Author: SM
Title: Her New Name
Part: 15
Universe: SM, Her New Name
Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister
in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty
experiences.
Keywords: FF, MF+/FF-orgy, IR, les rom,
FF/F d/s
Language: English
Her
New Name—Part 15
(FF,
MF+/FF-orgy, IR, les rom, FF/F d/s)
By
SM
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In the first part of the dream, Kari looked down to
find herself naked on a frozen lake, her feet encased in the ice, unable to
move. Oddly, she didn’t feel cold, but
quite the reverse, almost on fire instead.
There were rivulets of cum running down from her cunt, and she was
fucking herself with a hot, hard dildo, her nipples were leaking droplets of
milk and there was something vibrating in her ass. But, try as she might, she herself couldn’t
cum, so she just kept pumping her cunt hard, wanting, lusting, starving,
craving for more. Her face felt like it
was covered with something sticky, so she reached out with her tongue for a
taste to find it was cum. But it was
only a taste, only a tease, and her mouth watered, wanting to feel a cock
explode to fill her mouth, anything to let her cum. She was stuck solid in the ice, couldn’t even
dream of moving.
Suddenly the dream changed and she was careening
down a steep hill in a car, her foot trying to smash the brake, but they were
still encased in ice, so she couldn’t move.
Her speed increased, and the car began to sway from side to side, even
spinning around while staying upright, the ground on which it was skidding rough
and bumpy. Even as she was sliding out
of control, she looked down when she felt fingers sliding into her pussy,
pumping in and out, then touching her clit, and she
could feel someone’s hot breath on her inner thighs . . . and she woke up riding an enormous orgasm,
with Stacy’s face against her cunt, her tongue reaching deep inside her. Her thighs clamped around Stacy’s head, and
she squealed with uncontrollable lust, her hips humping her face like the car
bumping the rough ground in the dream.
When
she finally slowed down, Stacy gave her pussy one last lick. “Good morning, Lover Doll!”
“G’mornin’” Kari croaked, still breathing hard. “Wow!
What a way to wake up.”
“You’re
starting to sound like me, but I agree.
That was a ‘wow!’ I came, too,”
Stacy said. “I am in love with your pussy.
I worship your pussy.”
“Worship?”
“Yeah.”
“So,
you just love my pussy? That’s all?”
“Yeah,
just your pussy,” she said teasingly.
Stacy
moved up into Kari’s arms and kissed her, and Kari tasted her own juices on her
tongue.
“No,
I don’t just love your pussy. I love
you. In fact, I love you more than I’ve
ever loved anybody my whole life.”
“But,
I’m an old woman. I’m not your age.”
“So? What’s that got to do with it? And you’re not THAT old.”
“I’m
not sure. I’m not awake yet. And I was having this weird dream when I woke
up.” She told Stacy all about the ice
and the car.”
“I
would love to see you pumping that dildo in your cunt, while cum is dripping
down. That would be soooo
hot!”
“Thanks,
but I was trying to figure out what the dream meant.”
“It
sounds to me like it’s a picture of your life.
You said you were bored and nothing was happening until a couple of
months ago—like you were stuck and couldn’t move—and then suddenly you went to
work for the Rictnors and now you’re a total slut and know all these
interesting people and get to do all that incredible stuff, like gangbangs and
circle-suck-offs.”
“Circle-suck-offs?”
“What
else would you call it? I’ve heard of
‘circle jerks’ but that’s just guys jerking off, which would be sooo hot, too. I’d
love to be in a circle-jerk. I want
nasty hot cum all over my body, and I wanna’ rub it in my skin.”
“I
think that’s called ‘bukkake’. A
circle-jerk is a bunch of guys jerking off, and there doesn’t even have to be a
woman there.”
“How
do you know that? Have you been in
one? A ‘bukkake’ thing?”
Kari
looked at her, and sighed again. How
does the conversation always lead to her having to either have to lie or
confess to something slutty and humiliating?
“By you leading it there,” her slutself
replied. “You set yourself up for that
question now, if you think about it.”
“I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. Or, were you making me do that?”
“No, I didn’t make you do that. It’s embedded deep inside you; even your
cells want the truth to be known. And you
did keep your mouth shut. For about 50 years. Look where it got you. If I were you, I’d stay with being open and
tell the truth. It’s a lot more alive, a
lot more real. And you’ll live longer.” That was an interesting thought.
“Yeah. I was in one at the strip bar.”
“You
were dancing at a strip bar? And you got
nude and guys came all over you?”
“I
wasn’t dancing, no. I was too drunk to
dance.”
“Let
me get this straight. You went to a
strip bar, got drunk, stripped and then a bunch of guys jerked off all over
you.”
Kari
sighed. “It’s a long story.”
“It’s
Saturday. Don’t we have time?”
“No. I need to be at work by 1pm. I work this afternoon and evening until close
at the library.”
“OH! And the circle-suck-off gang will probably
meet you afterwards. I guess I’ll come to
work, too.”
“I
don’t know if they’ll be there or not.”
“Well,
they MIGHT be. And I might end up
covered with nasty hot cum all over my body tonight! Yay! I’ll go make the coffee,” and she ran out
naked, her boobs jiggling and her ass wiggling.
Kari
laughed at the absurdity of the conversation.
Never in a million years would she have anticipated to be in one like
this. And, they’ve started to happen
daily.
Kari
managed to get up to take a shower after a cup of coffee, Stacy had already taken her shower, since she
had a lot more energy, and had been coming in and out of the bedroom asking her
questions about how to make breakfast.
Kari had opted for something pretty simple, telling her how to make
cheese-eggs in the microwave and buttered toast, so Stacy was proud at
successfully making breakfast, more or less by herself.
It
was ready by the time Kari got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around
her head and another around her body.
Stacy had the plates all laid out on the breakfast bar, so they ate
together, Kari did more listening than talking, as Stacy was excited about
working in the library, as well as the possibilities afterwards. When they finished eating, it was already
time to get dressed for work.
“Wear that lacey bra that unhooks in front,” her
slutself told her. “And those
crotch-less panties that Wendy bought you.”
“Why?”
“So the guys you’re going to meet after work know
they can fuck you. If you wear that,
I’ll bet they won’t hesitate, although they don’t know you well enough to start
taking your panties off—they aren’t that aggressive. Remember how that guy slapped your tits
around, but not very hard? But crotch-less panties are like a ‘Come on, boys! Help yourself!’ And, take that purple mini-skirt and that
matching low-cut blouse with you to change into just before you leave the
library. That will help you get fucked,
too, because it will be easy to see your panties and your tits. So you can wear
dress pants to work, take them and your bra off—so they don’t get stained with
cum—and still get fucked and cum-coated later.”
“You’re determined to get me fucked tonight, are
you? We’re going to Wendy’s tomorrow
night, and I might get fucked there. And
I could just suck them all off and get soaked with cum again. Isn’t that enough?”
“Well, you tell me?
Are you horny about being fucked tonight by a bunch of horny teenagers
with big cocks, or not? Their bi
girlfriends will be happy to sit on your face while they do. And Stacy will want to suck the cum out of your cunt afterwards. So, do you want that or should we just skip
it?”
Silence.
“The defense rests.”
Stacy
was dressed in jeans and a regular t-shirt with a bra.
“If
you want to get covered in cum, you’d better bring some other clothes to change
into before we leave the library. I’m
bringing some.”
“That’s
a good idea. What are you taking to
change into?” Kari told her.
“Wow! You’re good at this!” and she went to get
some other clothes to bring along.
The
library was uneventful all afternoon and evening. But, dinner included some surprises. When they took their break at 5:30pm, they
decided to go out to eat, since they still had money left over from their
shopping spree. They drove down to a
nice restaurant and went in.
As
soon as they entered, Kari heard a voice say. “Well, hello, Kari!” She turned and saw Jacquie coming out of the
bar, a bit unsteady on her feet.
“Hi!”
Kari said with a fake smile. Jacquie was
in her Sunday school class at church and had always been the ultimate upper
class snobby gossipy conservative, married to a rich executive of one of the
banks. She’d often managed to get in
subtle jabs at Kari for being divorced, and always had “a holier than thou”
attitude. More than once she’d overheard
her talking down about her when she didn’t know Kari could hear. She was a medium sized woman a bit top heavy
in the breasts, dressed in a rather expensive looking light blue dress low-cut
showing some cleavage with swirling lines of darker blue running down her hip,
accentuating her curves, wearing lots of makeup.
“And
who’s this you’re with?”
“Uh
. . . this is Stacy. She’s a volunteer
at the library working with me. Stacy,
this is Jacquie. She goes to my church.” They nodded to each other.
“Maybe
you can come visit our church with Kari tomorrow, Stacy. Well, it’s good to meet you.”
“We
need to eat so we can get back to the library . . . only so much time, you
know.”
“Ah
. . . yes, the pressure of working woman.
I’ve been sooo blessed not to have to
work. I’ll let you go, then. I hope to see you tomorrow at Sunday school,”
and she went over to a table on the far side of the restaurant.
“I’ll
be there.” Kari said, still holding a fake smile on her face.
Stacy
looked at her questioningly as they sat down at their table. “You are absolutely dripping with fake
politeness. What was that all about?”
she whispered.
“She’s
a rich snob that always jabs at me for being divorced and whatever else she can
slip in—like that “I’ve been sooo blessed not to have
to work” bit. She’s always ahead on the
Sunday school lesson, and pretends be a saint, but she’s hateful. I can’t stand her,” Kari whispered back.
“I
might want to go to church with you, though.
I don’t know anything about church.”
“Sure,
you can come with me. We’ll go
tomorrow. Wendy told me that I can’t
change my usual patterns of life, and to be sure and keep going to church. And, uhm . . . Joe goes there all the time,
too.”
Stacy
looked puzzled. “That’s weird . . . and
he’s the kinky guy who plays with your panties and sleeps with you? I sure don’t know anything about church.”
“That’s
probably good in some ways. My dad was a
minister, and I don’t like church at all, but it’s ingrained in me to go
anyway. If I stopped going to church,
there are people there who know my parents, so word would get to them, and my
parents would be at my door the next day, poking into my life.”
Stacy
giggled. Kari raised an eyebrow at her
questioningly. “The way you said
‘poking’ made me think about a guy poking his cock into you.”
“Yeah. They would
be fucking me, figuratively speaking, that is.”
They
ordered, and started to eat, and Kari realized that she needed to use the
restroom, so she got up and walked to the corner hallway where they were. As she was coming down the hallway, one of
the doors was ajar that had a sign on it proclaiming “MANAGER.” In fact, for some reason, it swung open. She saw a heeled shoe hooked against it near
the floor, wiggling in a strange motion.
As she came up to it and looked in from across the hallway, she saw
Jacquie on her knees in front of a heavy set man with his pants open and her
head bobbing up and down on his lap.
Obviously, both of them were unaware that Jacquie’s heel had accidently
pushed the door open, and as the timing would have it, he moaned out his climax
into her mouth during that moment.
“Jacquie?”
She said aloud without thinking.
Jacquie
jumped up with a gasp and turned to look at her, her dress pulled down to show
her boobs, with the man’s cum dripping out of her mouth.
“OH,
NO! I’m not . . . OH GOD!” and she swung her heeled shoe
to slam the door.
Stunned,
Kari went on into the restroom. Then,
when her brain caught up with the image of what she’d seen, she began to
giggle. She stifled it on the way back
to the table, but Stacy caught her expression.
“What
are you giggling about?”
Kari
almost burst out laughing aloud, but managed to hold back. “I’ll tell you when we get to the car,”
knowing that she couldn’t tell the story without laughing and didn’t want to
bring any undue attention to them. A
short while later, Jacquie came out of the corner hallway looking pale as a
ghost, and went over to the table where her friends were, grabbed her purse—her
face blushed red as a beet as she glanced over toward Kari then quickly looked
away—and then she walked out.
Kari
and Stacy finished their meal, and went out to the car, and Kari burst out
laughing as soon as the doors were closed.
Stacy had been bursting with curiosity.
“What’s
so funny? What happened when you went to
the bathroom?” So, Kari told her, having
to stop several times to laugh.
“Wow! So, she was giving the manager a blowjob? And she’s married to a rich banker guy? What a surprise!”
“Not
to mention all of her ‘holier than thou’ churchy attitude all the time.”
“Wow! Now I’ve GOT to go to church with you. I gotta’ see what she does at church.”
“I’m
kinda’ curious about that myself. I
wonder what she’s going to do with that,” Kari said.
The
rest of the shift at the library went smoothly, and Stacy seemed to be enjoying
working there with the books, smiling at everyone whenever they happened
by. Near to closing time, Stacy was
obviously getting more and more excited, looking out to see if they were
already out there, but not seeing anyone.
Everyone was gone from the library about 20 minutes before they closed,
so she came over to talk with Kari, wondering if the gang was going to meet
them. Kari wondered about that, too, but
her pussy was wet anyway by closing time.
She locked up and they went into the restrooms to change out of their
work clothes. Kari felt a little silly
wearing her low-cut blouse and mini-skirt, so she carried all her stuff in
front of her in an effort to hide. Stacy
changed into a black and grey mini-dress and heels (which Kari hadn’t seen her
wear before) with no bra or panties, and strutted out looking like a slut on
the hunt. It would be a real disappointment
if the gang decided not to come out tonight, Kari thought.
But,
when they got out the front door and locked it, the gang appeared out of the
trees and approached them. There were
two more than the previous time, and Kari remembered Nate saying there was
another couple.
“Hi’ya’, sweets,” Nate said to Kari. “And you brought your gal-frien’
with you, too, I see.”
“Yes. Meet Stacy, Nate. This is Nate, Stacy.”
“Hi’ya, Stace. Let me introduce you to all the others. This is my girl, Natasha,” indicating the
pregnant girl who Kari had seen the first time.
She smiled and bowed to them.
“And
this is Anthony,” gesturing.
“Ever’body
call me ‘Tony’,” he said, bowing to them
politely. Kari noticed that they were
all very fit and graceful and remembered Stacy saying she’d heard they were
dancers.
“An’
this is his girl, Clarissa,” waving to a sleet looking black girl, who smiled
at them, and also bowed.
They
went on through the list, with only one white guy (James) and one white gal (Susan)
in the group, and they were not paired with each other. Nate, Tony, Joseph, Taylor, James and Daniel,
and the girls besides Natasha and Clarissa were Sydney, Kiara,
Jade and Susan (who was also pregnant and everyone called her “Suze”). All of them
bowed politely and gracefully.
“I’ve
been looking forward to this,” Stacy said.
“I’ve never been covered with cum before.”
Nate
chuckled. “Well, we’ll jess have to
start a new tradition for you, then, girl.”
“<ahem> . . . I brought a blanked and a pillow, so why
don’t we go behind the library this time.
It’ll be more private,” Kari said.
“Sounds
good,” Nate said.
When
they were walking toward the back of the library, where they were still in the
light from the parking lot to see, Tony said to Kari, “You work in those clothes? It looks like you’re wearing crotch-less
panties under that miniskirt.”
“No,
we changed just before we came out . . . just for you,” she said, a tingle
going through her ass as though she could feel them looking at her there.
“That’s
crackin’. You be a very cool slut, Ms.
Kari.”
“Thank
you.” By then they were behind the
library and one of the girls in the group took the blanket and laid in out,
while Tony reached around Kari from behind to grab her tits, and she turned her
head to kiss him. His hand explored her
body, moving down and slipping under her miniskirt, and feeling her up, his
fingers sliding into her hot wet cunt.
Since they were out of side, they all had their pants off in a few
moments, and Kari found herself bent over sucking on James’ cock while Tony
started teasing her pussy lips. She
happened to glance over to see Stacy kissing one of the girls, while the
pregnant Susan was behind her licking on her pussy from behind.
“Bein’s you wore these panties, I take it you want me to
fuck you, Ms. Kari?” Tony was polite enough to ask. She nodded, and took her mouth off of James’
cock just as she sprayed her face and mouth with cum. She laughed and had to swallow, and then
said, “Yeah, Tony, fuck me. Sorry James,
I didn’t know you were about to cum.”
“That’s
ok, Ms. Kari. It looks good on your face
an’ tits, too.”
She
looked over and saw two guys standing above Stacy jerking off, her dress
nowhere to be seen, while another guy had his cock in her mouth, and one of the
girls was sucking her pussy. She was
pulling her nipples and playing with her boobs to encourage them to cum all
over her body. Some of the other couples
were fucking in various positions, and Kari saw one pair of girls
tribbing.
On
that first occasion, Kari had only made them all cum once, so it hadn’t taken
very long. This time, everyone seemed to
be having a good time, so it went on for quite awhile. When they finally stopped, both Kari and
Stacy were covered with cum, and Stacy got sprayed by Kiara,
who was the girl who squirted an unbelievable amount of pussy juice over her,
like she had with Kari.
“We
better be goin’,” Nate
said. “We got a big performance
tomorrow, so we need to get some sleep.”
“Performance?” Kari asked.
“We’re
a dance troupe.”
“I’d
heard that before,” Stacy said, “but, no one seems to know where you dance.”
“Well,
we got this sponsor, see, and he’s big on keeping us away from drugs an’ stuff,
and he’s been working on getting us an audition with some big-time people. We be goin’ there tomorrow night.”
“Well,
good luck,” Kari said, and Stacy chimed in.
“Thank
you, Ms. Kari, and Stace,” Nate said, and the rest
thanked them, too. “Pray for us to do good.”
“We
will.” They walked back around to the
car, after someone found Stacy’s dress.
They had set it and Kari’s clothes aside to keep them clean, so they
just walked naked back to the car with Kari only wearing her crotch-less
panties, with everyone else shielding them from the street, so no one could see. They helped them both get in Kari’s car, and
Nate gestured to one of the girls. They
brought a sack and put it in the back seat, with their other clothes carefully
folded beside it.
“I
tol’ you I’d replace your clothes from the other
time, Ms. Kari, so there ya’ go. If anything don’t
fit, let us know. Here’s my cell phone
number, by the way, and handed her a card with just a number on it and nothing
else.”
“Thank
you!” Kari said. “And thanks for all the cum an’ fun, too,” Stacy told them.
They
all laughed and chorused their thanks and good-bye’s and Kari drove away while
they disappeared into the trees.
“Wow! Gawd, that was great!” Stacy said. “Those guys are some really cool people. I’m totally coated with cum.”
“So,
now I get to lick you when we get home.”
“I
get to lick you, too. I’ll bet I can
make you cum more times than you make me,” Stacy said saucily, looking at the cum all over Kari’s boobs and thighs. So, when they got home they didn’t even make
it to the bedroom before the race was on to see how many times they could make
the other cum. After cumming many more
times from licking each other all over (nobody remembered to count, so neither
of them knew how many times it was) they finally got in the shower to rinse
off, laughing and kissing.
“We
better get to bed, with church in the morning.”
“Yeah,
I wouldn’t miss it for the world, with what’s-her-name, the holy cocksucker
going to be there. And then I get to see a mansion tomorrow night!”
Kari
laughed. “The holy cocksucker! That’s
too funny.”
So,
they got in bed, snuggled up and went to sleep.
When
they walked into the Sunday school room at the church, Jacquie blushed and then
had a fit of coughing to cover it. For
the rest of Sunday school, she just sat there looking pale and avoided eye
contact with Kari and Stacy. After that,
they went to the sanctuary, and Stacy had a good time singing, quickly picking
up the songs which were new to her. Kari
discovered that Stacy had a very nice soprano voice, light and almost feathery,
and her ability to stay on pitch was excellent.
Kari could sing pretty well, too, but not as good as Stacy, that was
obvious. She remembered hearing Stacy
hum to herself a good bit while she was sorting clothes and doing things around
the house, but she hadn’t thought about her singing ability.
“I
didn’t know you could sing,” Kari said to her on the way out to the car.
“Well
. . . I don’t know anything about music.”
“Well,
with a voice like that, you don’t need to know a lot about music. You’re very good.”
“Thank
you,” Stacy said meekly.
Then
they noticed that someone was waiting beside their car. It was Jacquie.
“Uhm
. . . excuse me, Kari. May I talk with
you a minute?”
“Well
. . . I guess.” They moved away from
Stacy a ways.
“I
need to talk with you.”
“So,
I’m here. Talk,” Kari said.
“No,
I mean, I need to talk with you at length.
Can I meet you someplace?”
“Well,
we are going to dinner at a friend’s place this evening, and I have to work
tomorrow. And, to be honest with you, I
don’t trust you very much, so I’d rather Stacy was with us, too.”
Jacquie
looked pained. “She probably knows what
you saw, anyway, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Well,
then I guess it doesn’t matter, so she can be there, too. I’d even . . . .<ahem>
come over to your house, if you would prefer to be on your turf, so to
speak.” Kari found that to be rather
interesting. Jacquie had often commented
on middle class working people’s houses being rather “quaint” with a hint of a
sneer in her voice.
“Ok,
yes. You may come over to my
house.” Kari said it in a tone of giving
her permission. Jacquie blushed, and
looked down.
“Thank
you.”
“We
don’t have a lot of free time this afternoon, so if you’d like to come over and
have a sandwich with us while we talk, you’re can come on over now.”
Jacquie
was still looking down, which was something that Kari had never seen her
do. In fact, most of the time in the
past, she’d always looked up, so she could look down her nose at other
people—at least she had when she looked at Kari. This seemed to be something new.
“That’s
very kind of you, and I really don’t deserve it, but yes, I will accept your
offer. Humbly and gratefully.”
That
was certainly something new.
“Ok. You can either follow us, or I can give you
the address.”
“I’ll
follow you, but maybe you’d better give it to me, too, in case I get
lost.” So, Kari gave her the address and
they got in their car, waited until Jacquie came around in her Mercedes to
follow her, and took off toward home. On
the way, Kari told Stacy about the conversation, and told her how to make ham
sandwiches when they got home.
“I’ve
never seen her act this way. It could be
interesting.”
When
they got to their house, they went in, and Jacquie parked to the side and
walked to the door, which Stacy opened as she approached.
“Welcome
to our humble abode. Ma’am. Please have a seat. Kari will be right out. She was changing out of her church clothes,”
Stacy said.
“Thank
you. You’re very gracious.”
“Would
you like something to drink?”
“Yes,
uhm . . . what do you have?”
“Well,
we have coke and we have tea and we have rum . . . and a few other drinks—I
think we’re out of wine, I’m sorry to say.”
“You
don’t happen to have martini mix, do you?”
“As
a matter of fact, we do. Pomegranate
martini premixed in the bottle. It’s not
very high quality, but it’s been in the ‘fridge, so it’s cold. We don’t have any of those martini glasses,
though.”
“That’s
quite alright. I’m sure what you have
will be very good, thank you.”
Kari
had overheard all of that, and continued to be intrigued. Humility was pouring out of this woman, which
was quite the opposite from what she’d ever seen from her. She came out as Stacy was going to make the
drinks, leaned close to her ear and complimented her on how well she’d done in
greeting Jacquie. Stacy beamed and snuck
in a quick kiss on her lips, then stifled a giggled and went to make the
drinks.
Kari
came out, and sat down across from Jacquie who was sitting on the couch,
looking very uncomfortable. Stacy
brought out her drink, and she thanked her and took a sip, not even paying
attention to the taste, since she was clearly preoccupied. Stacy handed Kari her rum and coke,
apologizing for being out of white zin.
“Sooo, Jacquie. How
can I help you?” Kari asked, falling back into her usual library opening.
“Well,
I went home last night after . . . uhm . . . after you saw . . . what you saw,
and I sat there in the dark for a long time.
You might say I took a long look at myself, which is something I have
neglected to do obviously. And, I didn’t
like what I saw.”
Kari
took a sip of her rum and coke, nodding to let her know she was listening.
“I
know I’ve been very rude to you, and the first thing I need to do is apologize
for the way I’ve treated you. I know
that’s gone on for a long time, and I’m sorry.”
“Thank
you,” Kari said cautiously. “I didn’t
know you noticed.”
“Actually,
I treat a lot of people like that, so I have a lot of apologies to make, I’m
sure.”
“And
now that I know you are doing sexual things outside your marriage, you decided
you’d apologize.”
Jacquie
blushed.
“My
marriage is a joke.” She held up her hand as if to fend off a comment from Kari, ”and, I know, I’ve been sarcastic and hateful about
divorced people, like you. I need to say
that the real truth is that part of me has actually been jealous.”
“Jealous? Of me?
You have to be joking,” Kari said, looking incredulous.
“Yes. It’s true.
Jealous of your freedom . . . and I don’t have the courage to divorce my
husband . . . jealous because you’re so naturally beautiful and sexy. I’m actually very plain and ugly, but I’ve
always covered it up with lots of makeup and fancy clothes and even plastic
surgery. My body is nothing to brag
about at all. You’re so sexy; I’ve even
had fantasies of having sex with you.”
Kari
was startled at all of that bubbling confession. “Sex with me? You mean lesbian sex that you are always
sneering about at church?”
Jacquie
blushed. “One of the things I faced
myself about is that I have faith in God, but not like Sunday school. I’ve even prayed that you’d want to have sex
with me. That’s a sin, I’m sure, but I
do it anyway.”
Kari
caught the implication of “do it” anyway, present tense.
Stacy
came back in the room, bringing a plate of ham sandwiches and set them down on
the coffee table in the middle of the room.
Then she went back and got her glass of rum and coke and sat down in the
other arm chair.
“And
you are sexy, too, Stacy,” she said looking at her. “Much prettier like I am. Anyway, my husband doesn’t like sex the way I
do.”
“What
do you mean?” Kari asked.
“Uhm
. . . well, for some years, we just have sex once a month or so, not even that
much sometimes. And it’s boring. Mostly, he comes home from golf and is horny,
so he just tells me to take off my clothes and then he just jumps on, wham bam,
and doesn’t even bother with the ‘thank you, ma’am’ part. I can see it in his eyes that he’s not
attracted to me anymore. I’m not sure he
ever was. Ours was a marriage that was
almost arranged by our families, more or less about who was going to manage the
bank. They basically told us to get
married, or we’d get cut off from any inheritance, so we did.”
“That’s
sad,” Stacy said. Jacquie started to cry
a bit, not dramatically, but like her eyes just started to leak. Her makeup started to run, too, although not
as badly as the cheap stuff that Kari could afford.
“My
husband is screwing his secretary anyway, I just know it. He’s always gone to the Bahamas, or to
Europe, and she always goes with him. He
never asks me to go. He’s in Switzerland
now for the next 3 weeks, supposedly at an International Banking Conference,
but I’m sure he’s mostly just fucking her or all the other women he can buy.”
“But
you said your husband doesn’t like sex the way you do. What did you mean?” Kari asked.
She
looked at her and sighed. It reminded
Kari of how much she’d been sighing when Stacy asked a question that was going
to be humiliating to answer.
“I
. . . uhm . . . it’s hard to talk about,” Jacquie said, trying to wipe her
eyes. Stacy got up and went to the
closet and got out some tissues, and handed them to her.
“Thank
you,” she said, smearing her makeup even more with the tissue she’d pulled out
of the box. It started to sting her
eyes, which just made her eyes look more red and swollen. “Uhm . . . well, like if I got to have sex
with you, I’d want you to punish me for being such a bitch to you. I need . . . uhm . . . whipped and slapped
and humiliated. You probably think I’m a
horrible person for even thinking such thoughts, but I really NEED that.”
“No,
I don’t think you’re a horrible person,” Kari said. And Stacy shook her head, too.
“I’ve
even fantasized about going out some night to the truck stop out there on I-10
and going around sucking off the truckers.
Or, going to some seedy porn video place and sucking off the guys
there. Or, girls. But, I’ve been too chicken to do it. My husband doesn’t hesitate to go to those
places, one of my friends told me she heard he’d been at a nude bar with her
own husband who confessed to her. He
said my husband pushed him into it, which she didn’t believe, but I do. I need a lot more sex, but I can’t do it,
because I’m scared I’ll lose everything and then nobody will want me.”
“So, anyway. I’m just a weirdo who can’t get
her sex life straight, so I’ve been pretending at church and all that for all
those years, and I sneered at people who did stuff like I want to do, and I was
very rude to you, Kari, and I’m very sorry,” she blurted out, crying openly
now. “I really wish you’d punish me.”
Kari
took a sip of her drink, and then stood up and walked over in front of her, and
leaned down and gave her a hug. She
cried even harder. “NO! NO! You can’t be nice to me,
I’ve been a bitch to you. I deserve to
be punished. PLEASE? I beg you,” but she
hugged her back, crying against Kari’s boobs, clearly hungry for someone’s
touch and warmth.
“Ok,
I’ll punish you if that’s what you want, but we need to get one thing
straight. You’re not a horrible person
for thinking those things. I’ve been
like that, too, except that my family didn’t have much money. I’m a slut who needs punished sometimes, too,
so I have some friends who spank me and whip me, and all that.”
Jacquie
started, and then looked up at her. “Really?”
“Yes. Ask Stacy.”
She looked over at Stacy who nodded.
She looked back at Kari with an amazed expression.
“So,
you’ll punish me and humiliate me?”
“I’m
not sure I’ll be very good at it, but I’ll try.
Stacy might be able to help, with that, too. She comes from a rougher background than I
do.” Stacy’s eyes brightened, and she
nodded ‘yes’ to Kari.
Jacquie
pushed Kari back up and got down on the floor and bowed at her feet. Kari wasn’t wearing any shoes, so she started
kissing her bare feet, which almost made Kari jump. “Please whip me, abuse me, punish
me! Hurt me!” and she reached back and
pulled up her dress to show her expensive French-cut panties, and pulled them down
around her knees. “Please?”
Kari
looked over to Stacy with a helpless expression, so Stacy jumped up and came
over and swatted Jacquie’s ass hard 5 times, who said “Thank YOU!”. Then Stacy shook
her hand from the sting of spanking the prostrate woman, and mouthed “OW!” to
Kari, who covered her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh. Stacy thought a minute and then went into the
kitchen and came back with the broom which had a wooden handle. She used the handle to beat Jacquie’s ass
pretty hard, and in fact, made a few bruises.
Jacquie stayed face down, with her arms around Kari’s feet and said
“Thank you!” any time Stacy stopped to rest.
Kari
raised her hand to stop Stacy after a short while. “Ok, Jacquie, sit back on the couch.”
“Yes,
Ma’am,” Jacquie said. She sat up, with
her panties still around her knees, which she just left there. “Thank you.
I’m already feeling better.” Her eyes
did look more relaxed, although her makeup was a total disaster so they
couldn’t really see her face.
“We
really need to start getting ready for this evening, Jacquie.”
“Oh,
I’m sorry. Can I see you tomorrow? I really need a lot more punishment, and I
was hoping the two of you might . . .
uhm . . . become more than just friends,” she said in a worried, pleading
voice. Kari sighed. “I’ll try not to be a bother. And I can pay you for whatever you do,” and
she reached for her purse and pulled out a handful of bills and offered them to
Kari. “Here’s for today!”
“No,
I don’t want your money.”
“Well,
I do!” Stacy said and reached out and Jacquie gave it to her happily.
“Can
you give me an assignment? Something to
humiliate me, please? Just to help me
through until tomorrow, when I see you next?
Please?”
Kari
rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit out of her comfort zone. This was a total turn-around from the snobby
rich woman she’d known, and it was hard to get her mind around it all.
“I
can,” Stacy said. Stacy had not known
Jacquie for more than a couple of days, so she didn’t have previous impressions
to overcome, Kari realized.
“Yes,
will you, please? And can I call you
Mistress Stacy? I want to be a
slave. I want to be your slave, too,
please, Kari. But, for tonight, Mistress
Stacy, what can I do to please you?”
“Well,
for starters, take your panties off.”
Jacquie wiggled out of them.
“What size are they?”
“Size
9, Mistress Stacy.”
“Well,
give them to me.” She did. “And if you call me Mistress, then you will refer to
yourself as “fucking lezzy cunt whore’.
“Now
take off my panties.” Jacquie came over
to Stacy who stood up, to let her slip her hand underneath her middle length
skirt and slide Stacy’s panties down.
She stepped out of them, and sat down with her legs spread. Jacquie looked at her pussy and licked her
lips. “Is your cunt wet, slave?”
“Yes,
Mistress. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore
is very wet. Very much so, from the
spanking,” sounding very eager.
“Rub
my panties in your cunt until they are soaked with your juices.”
“Yes,
Mistress.” So, she sat way back on the
couch and spread her legs wide, rubbing Stacy’s panties, which were plain
cotton ones from Walmart that anyone could buy in a
pack of 5 for $10 or so. She got them
good and soaked, so Stacy said, “Ok, is there anyone at your house who will see
you when you come in?”
“No,
Mistress. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore
is alone in the house, which scares her, and she wishes someone would come be
with her, even if they are cruel or mean.
Your fucking lezzy cunt whore hates being alone in the house.”
“Ok,
put my panties in your mouth. I’m going
to keep yours, and you will keep mine, so you will feel like I’m with you at
least a little bit. And I get to have
some expensive panties, while you will wear cheap ones for a change, like the
cheap whore that you are. You will wear
them all day, except when you take them off to masturbate, and then soak them
with your juices and then put them back on.
Tonight, you’ll sleep with them on your head and over your face. Is that clear?”
She
nodded, her mouth full of wet panties.
“And
tonight, you will put clothes pins on your nipples every hour for 20
minutes. And you will masturbate until
you cum 10 times before you go to bed, taking your new cheap panties off and
putting them in your mouth, while you do it, then soak them in your juices
again and put them back on. Is that
clear?”
She
nodded again.
“When
you go to bed, you will put your new cheap panties all the way inside your
cheap whore cunt, and then masturbate until you cum, then sleep with them on
your head and over your face. When you
go to bed after the soaked panties are on your head and over your face, you
will send me a text explaining all that you have done, so I know you have done
it all correctly. Here is my cell phone
number. Now you may take the panties out
of your mouth, but only long enough to kiss both of our cunts smearing your
face with our pussy juices and then you may go.”
Jacquie
got up and went over to Stacy, taking the panties out of her mouth only long
enough to kiss her pussy long and sloppy, smearing Stacy’s cunt juices on her
face. She crawled over to Kari and did
the same thing, although she had to take Kari’s shorts and panties off before
she could do as she was commanded. Then
she put the cheap panties back into her mouth and crawled over to the door, got
up and waved at them, saying a muffled, “Fffank ‘ou!”, and went out.
The
watched her go out to her car with the panties in her mouth, and left.
“Now
that was the biggest surprise of the century . . . so far, anyway.” Kari said,
watching her drive away. Then she turned
to Stacy. “Where did you learn how to do
all that dominant stuff?”
“Well,
some from porn videos and stories. And
Leanne liked to play like that, but she wasn’t nearly as serious about it as
Jacquie is. That woman needs some
serious punishment!”
“Apparently. I totally miss-read her. I thought she was always put together, just
hateful. I never imagined she was a
slutty bi-sexual slave and that her marriage was on the rocks.”
“My
guess is that a lot of them are, but nearly everyone hides it.”
“You’re
probably right. Anyway, let’s get ready
for tonight. It will be fun!”
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