Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 19

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, exhibition, humil, FF/F d/s

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 19

(FF, exhibition, humil, FF/F d/s)

By SM

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Kari woke up to discover she was in bed by herself, and when she looked over, the covers were tossed back on Stacy’s side of the bed. She sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

“Good morning, Lover Doll,” Stacy said brightly, bringing in a tray of coffee and muffins which she sat next to Kari on the side table. She was only wearing her apron and nothing else, so her boobs poked out whenever she moved. “I went out and checked on Jacquie. She’s still sleeping, so I didn’t wake her. She looked pretty much at peace, though. Kinda’ bizarre, but if it works for her, who’s to knock it?”

“Yeah, I thought about that, too. Apparently, she’s been spoiled rich almost all her life, and people didn’t even notice her, so she’s really been quite lonely the whole time. Somehow that got translated into a dog’s life or something.”

“That sounds pretty much on target.” They sipped coffee and ate muffins, enjoying the morning.”

“And tonight, we get to go to the stripper bar! I’m excited about that!” Stacy exclaimed.

“Yeah, and I guess I should make sure Marc is going to be there. I need a good spanking. I’ll call the club and ask today, but I’ll do it later. He’s usually up until about 4am, so he sleeps during the day.”

“You said he’s a bouncer?”

“Yeah. He can lift me up like I’m as light as a feather—a muscle guy, very strong.”

“And he likes to spank innocent schoolgirls . . . we should put him with Patty Pussy, too, then.”

“Not tonight. I’m going to be the not-so-innocent schoolgirl who needs a spanking.”

“I wonder what Wendy will find out . . . about Patty Pussy, I mean.”

“She said it would take a couple days, but yeah, I’m very curious.”

After they showered, they went out and checked on Jacquie, who was awake this time. She thanked them several times, and said she would love to come back and sleep there that very evening, but Kari told her she’d have to wait, because they had already made plans and didn’t know how late they would be back.

“Yes, Mistress. It shall be as you say. If your cuntwhore can serve you in any way, though, please let me know.”

“I will. But, for now, why don’t you go home and relax.”

Tears came to her eyes, and she replied, “This is now home to your cuntwhore, Mistress. That ugly hateful place is not a home, it’s a prison.”

“I’m not sure we can keep you all the time,” Kari said, a bit dismayed at the prospect of a crazy woman living in her dog house all the time. She also noticed that sometime during the night, Jacquie had taken her g-string off and hung it on the corner of the doghouse.

“I know—er, cuntwhore knows, Mistress. She hopes she can come here as much as possible, though, and she’ll pay much more, too.”

“We’ll have to talk about it next time you come over. But today, we have things to do, so you need to go to your other house,” Kari told her.

“Yes, Mistress. Cuntwhore will obey,” and she crawled to the house, grabbed her purse, and crawled out to her Mercedes, got in and drove away, still dirty from the dog house, and wearing only her miniskirt and half-shirt.

The day was relatively uneventful leading up to the anticipated evening. Stacy got so excited about going to the nude bar, she was almost bouncing around Kari, repeatedly asking when they were going to leave and what she should wear and so on.

“Just chill, Stace!” Kari finally told her. “I’m already feeling like a bitch, and I don’t want to lash out at you and make you feel bad.”

“Ok, Lover Doll. I’m sorry. I just haven’t ever been to a stripper bar,” Stacy said, with some remorse. All she was wearing at that particular time were some large round earrings, which Kari had always been told were called “fuck-me” earrings and her 5 inch heels.

“I know. You’ve only told me a hundred times today.”

“Surely, not a hundred!”

“Close enough.”

“But why can’t we go now? It’s open and all that. It’s not like we need to wait until midnight.” Kari sighed, realizing her motivation had been to hide, so she had been waiting until nightfall. She mentally kicked herself for falling back into the old way of trying to keep up a good public image. Like she had one now? Who was she kidding?

“Yeah, ain’t that a laugh. A man came over to the library to finger-fuck you after he jerked off on your face in a nude bar, the video of your body being gangbanged by both male and female college students was plastered all over the internet as the sluttiest librarian in all of America; you have orgies after work with a troupe of teenage dancers, you’re living in a bisexual lifestyle with another woman who is less than half of your age, and a rich woman from your Sunday school class is paying thousands of dollars in order to come over to suck your cunt, eat like a dog and sleep in your dog house. What ‘good public image’ were you referring to?” her slutself pointed out.

“Not all of America. Only in Texas. It’s a lot to accept all at once.”

“All at once? This has already been going on for over a month, chickie. And, sorry, the internet isn’t only in Texas—in fact, who knows how many people from countries all over the world have watched Eveready fuck you until you passed out.”

“Ok, it’s a lot to accept after living for 50 years—“

“—in a prison of fake images lifestyle which you hated every day. I know. I had to live with you bitching about it to me inside all that time. Did you think nobody was listening? I was. I had to. I didn’t have any choice.”

“I’m sorry. I hated it, and nobody would listen to me.”

“Well, I listened. So, it’s quite a surprise to me that all your fantasies—or nearly all of them—have come to life, and you’re trying to hide that you love it. Remember those women in college who came out of the closet as lesbians? The ones you pulled apart and all that?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not proud of it.”

“Ok, so just be proud of hiding your lusty desires now. I’m sure that will work. You’re mother will be proud.”

“Yeah. Like torture. Like the nightmare that my earlier life was.”

“Good plan.”

“No. I’m just stubborn.”

“And a cuntlicking cocksucking totally easy-laid bisexual slut whore who loves fuck and suck in all forms. At least the ones you’ve experienced so far, anyway.”

“Yeah. That, too.”

“Ok . . . let’s just go. I’m going to call a cab, because I’m almost always too drunk to drive after being in that place very long,” she finally said to Stacy, knowing she’d lost that argument with her slutself.

“YAY!” Stacy grabbed her arms and danced around in a circle, and then raced to her room to get dressed in her black g-string, her very short leather skirt, with a grey top that showed more than just a little cleavage. Her boobs were unfettered by a bra, since she thought they were one of her biggest assets for catching the interests of men, as well as lesbians with a boob fetish—and she was probably right. The pros and cons of that had been discussed ad nauseum that day, at least Kari thought so. She had to keep reminding herself that Stacy was only 18, so she tried not to rain on her parade, as the saying goes. Kari dressed in a pseudo-cheerleader costume with her hair up in pigtails, and a thong. “In this outfit, I should talk,” she said to her slutself, who just laughed.

The cab arrived, and they got in and told the driver where they were going. He blinked, a bit surprised.

“Couple of pretty ladies going a rather risqué part of town, hey? You don’t work at that nude bar, do you?”

“No. We just have some friends there that we’re going to meet.” She’d called the club to find out Marc was indeed working that night, and so Alan, the owner, also knew they were coming for a visit. She’d told the woman who answered the call that she was bringing a female friend with her, too.

“Well, I hope you have a good time. I might try to swing by there later, as soon as I can get loose.” Kari didn’t know if he meant he’d come to the nude bar, or come by to pick them up, so she didn’t respond. When they arrived, he opened the door near the club entrance, and she gave him a $30 tip, which was almost what the ride had cost. He blew her a kiss, and thanked her and said he’d definitely be back by later, as he handed her his card, saying to call him when they needed the ride home since he already knew where they lived.

Marc wasn’t at the door, but as soon as they arrived, the doorman sent him a text, not even bothering to check their ID’s, which disappointed Stacy. They barely got inside before Marc came up to escort them to a table in the VIP room which was already ready for them. He snapped his fingers at the topless waitress, and she rushed over to the bar, returning almost immediately with their drinks. Most people there could not order more than one drink at a time, but Kari had 3 Orgasms and a rum and coke in front of her when Marc held her chair for her to sit down, and Stacy had a rum and coke already, while the topless waitress asked, “And, what else would you like to have, honey?” leaning over for Stacy get an eyeful of her tits.

“This is fine, but I could go for some of those, too,” Stacy said, waving at the shots in front of Kari. “Be right up,” the waitress said, smiling at her.

“I’m in love already,” Stacy said to Kari. “She has very nice tits.”

Kari poked her lip out, pretending to pout. “I thought you were in love with me!”

“Oh, yes, I am totally in love with you. I get to suck on your tits all the time, though, and I know I probably won’t get to suck on hers. So, I can play along, can’t I?”

“Of course, Baby Doll. I was just teasing.”

“Ooooooo, I love it when you call me that!”

Just then Melody came running up to hug and kiss Kari. “You’re back! It’s so good to see you! And you brought a friend!”

“Yes, good to see you, too. Stacy meet Melody; Melody meet Stacy.” Melody gave Stacy a big hug and a kiss, and then sat down next to her and put her hand on Kari’s leg.

“How long are you planning to be staying tonight? I was so looking forward to a rematch with you, and then I looked up and you had left with Marc. Ralph and I fucked later, but it wasn’t as good as it could have been with you.”

“Well, actually, I was hoping that I could talk Marc into some fun later. You might get to know Stacy, though. She might be better than me. I should know,” Kari said, winking at her, implying she and Stacy had slept together.

“Oh, damn! Ok, well, I’ll see how it goes with Stacy, then.”

“A family reunion, is it?” a voice said behind them. They looked up to see Alan walking up. “Hello, hellooo, hell-ooooooo, Kari, my dear! And you, too, Melody,” he said kissing them both on the cheek. “Nice to see you drop by. You’ll have to think about my offer,” he said to Kari.

“Your offer? What offer?” Kari asked puzzled.

“About working for me, the slutty librarian and all that. It would be the hit of the town.”

“Oh, that. I didn’t know it was an actual offer. I just heard Marc say you thought it would be great.”

“Yes, more than great! You’d have fans all over Texas! We’d put this club on the map! If you’re interested, we can talk business. But, until then, have a great time tonight!” and he kissed Stacy’s cheek and walked back to the offices in the back of the club.

“He’s been a lot happier with me since I started giving him blowjobs every night,” Melody told her wryly, as she took a drink of her pomegranate martini.

“You’ve been giving him blow jobs? What started that?”

“Oh, I got bored with all the jerks in here, and you haven’t been here, so I thought I’d do something to make it more interesting.” Kari was fascinated to hear that Melody had missed her. She’d thought that Melody had been too drunk to remember very much of it. But, maybe Melody was just saying stuff to try to get her to sleep with her. She blushed at the thought, quite flattered by it.

“Well, let me buy you a drink, then,” Kari said, which was something she hadn’t done before. She couldn’t remember ever buying anyone a drink except for soda, and never in a bar, much less a nude bar. But the topless waitress, while bending over to offer Kari a good look at her tits just like she had Stacy, said, “No, the boss said all your drinks are on the house, and that includes your friends. And, by the way, my name is ‘Bunny.” So, she just brought a refill for Melody, while Kari thought about how she’d volunteered her name.

On a whim, Kari reached out and put her hand on Bunny’s leg feeling the smoothness of her warm skin. Bunny smiled warmly at her and stood there an extra few seconds to let her get a good feel, but Kari just relaxed her hand and took another drink of her rum.

“What are these called,” Stacy said, waving the shot glass that she’d just drank.

“Orgasms,” Melody said.

“What?”

“They’re called ‘orgasms’—watch out, though, they can sneak up on you and you’ll be buzzed pretty fast, if you’re not used to them.”

Stacy laughed, “Well, I didn’t know there was a quota on orgasms. But, I can’t exactly say I’m not used to having them! At least, since I’ve been with Kari.”

“Yeah, she’s hot, isn’t she? I was going to try to talk her into going to bed with me tonight, but she says she wants to have some fun with Marc.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not the jealous type, I take it.”

“Oh, a little bit, I am, I guess. But, I usually get enough attention waving my boobs around to keep my quota up when she’s with someone else.”

“Doesn’t bother you that she’s with a guy?”

“No. Last time she was, we were in an orgy together, lots of pussy and cocks, plenty to share. I wasn’t left out.”

“Wow. You were both in an orgy?”

“Yeah, last week. I was so covered with cum I didn’t bother to put my mini-dress back on. And we licked each other off until we went to sleep that night.”

“I’m going to have to check out these orgies of yours.”

“You’ll have to ask Kari about that. They were kinda’ privately arranged, so I’d better let her handle that.”

Melody nodded.

Marc showed up a short while later, and pulled up a chair by Kari about the time that Melody had started to chat with Stacy. Kari gave Marc a kiss, and asked him how he was doing. “Fine. Nothing much new has happened. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you. In fact later tonight, I was hoping to talk you into spanking a rebellious cheerleader who’s gotten bitchy . . . among other things,” she said, blinking at him innocently.

“That’s going around. I’m supposed to give Jackie her cunt belt whipping tonight, too. And, since I usually fuck her afterwards, I’m not sure I’d have enough to go around for tonight, baby. How ‘bout tomorrow night?”

Kari poked her lips out, pouting. “Awwwe . . . I’ll have to be bitchy for another whole day! Can’t you trade nights with Jackie?”

“Naw, I didn’t know you were coming until Alan told me about an hour ago. I had told Jackie yesterday that I’d whip her cunt and tits tonight, and she has been masturbating almost non-stop since then with the handle of the thick leather whip I use to beat her with. She got in trouble twice last night for sucking off the dancers too good making them cum, so they slapped her around and pissed on her, made a hell ‘ova mess. If I don’t use the belt tonight, she’ll get another piss bath and might get suicidal. You don’t look suicidal to me yet.”

“Well, that’s true. I’m not suicidal, just bitchy. We have a new slave who comes over to sleep in our dog house, so I guess I could beat her with the belt—or maybe Melody will spank me. That might keep the edge off until you come over and give me a proper spanking.”

“Sleeps in your dog house? That’s bizarre!”

“Yeah, it’s bizarre alright. She’s paying us big money to humiliate her. She was a spoiled rotten rich woman who finally got fed up with being all nice and socially correct all the time, so last night she slept in our dog house all covered with dirt. She said she would just lay there and dream about a stray dog coming by to breed her.”

“That would be something to see. I haven’t seen a slut get fucked by a dog yet.”

“Me either. I’m not sure what to think about it—it’s too weird.”

“Well, I’ve got a male dog I could bring over, though,” he said grinning.

“You’re serious? I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“Well, let me know if you change your mind. After working around a bunch of slutty women who talk about everything, it’s something I’ve thought about. One of the gals brags that she fucks her dog all the time so she doesn’t have to put up with ‘any fucking men’ as she puts it. Now, there’s a bitch that needs a good whipping for sure. But the boss said to leave her alone as long as she doesn’t offend the customers.”

Kari’s curiosity had peaked again, and she started looking around at the dancers, wondering which one of them fucked her dog. Of course, she could have been lying, but it didn’t sound like Marc thought so. He apologized for not being able to go home with Kari, kissed her, and then went back to his station by the dancer’s dressing room, so none of the horny customers wandered in to ogle them while they were getting dressed to strip.

Stacy and Melody had hit it off, so Melody’s blouse had come undone as usual, and she was wearing very short white corduroy shorts which were unbuttoned and unzipped too, showing her bush and that she obviously wasn’t wearing panties. Stacy, not to be outdone, had unbuttoned her grey blouse which was tucked into her leather skirt, so her boobs were basically out in view, and Melody had a hand on her thigh moving in a caressing circle. The topless waitress had come over several times to show her own tits and look down at Stacy’s boobs, asking if they she needed anything even though their drinks weren’t empty yet.

Kari touched Melody on her shoulder. When she turned around, Kari said, “Well, so much for my plans with Marc. If you’re still interested, I’m available. In fact, if you could arrange for me to get a good spanking to get me by until Marc can come over, that’d be great.”

“Wow! That’s great! And since Stacy is also, we could make it a 3-some—or more, if you want to do another orgy like she’s been telling me about.” Kari blushed at that, guessing to herself about what Stacy had actually revealed.

“Well, by the looks of it, Bunny would be interested. She’s been looking at Stacy’s boobs like they were ice cream on a hot summer day.”

“And yours. Yeah, Bunny likes boobs. You can make her cum just by sucking on her tits, even without touching her pussy. So, that could be 4. And by the way, we can go to my house. It’s not far from here, and I even have a swimming pool. I haven’t had a full-blown orgy there, but I’ve been hoping.”

“Well, well, well,” a voice said from behind them, which Kari recognized right away. It was Mason, so she wasn’t surprised when they turned to look at him. “It seems the sexiest librarian in town is out again tonight. You look great, beautiful--all dressed up like a cheerleader. You’ll have to do the splits for me later.” Kari blushed at the thought.

He had an athletic-looking black guy with him. “Ladies, meet Terrell. And Terrell, this is Kari and I think you know Melody, and I don’t know the young lady with the big boobs, but I want to,” he grinned. He obviously knew Melody already, so Kari wondered if she’d slept with him. She discovered that she liked him, even if he had tracked her down and come into the library out of the blue and finger-fucked her in the back corner by the lesbian literature.

“Maybe that’s why you like him, did you ever think of that?” her slutself commented.

“What do you mean?”

“You had to live with people who did everything just right and Sunday-school perfect so they didn’t have any real personality. Well, except for your ex, that is. Mason has already made history with you by breaking the rules.”

“Well, that’s true, I hate to admit. So, you’re saying I like him because he breaks the rules.”

“You and Princess Leia. Han Solo knew what he was talking about, “You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life.” Kari blinked.

“Yeah, although that’s changed a lot. Lately, it seems I attract them.”

“Like a bee to honey. They can smell your honey-sweet cunt juices which are already soaking your thighs through your thong.”

“Apparently.”

Terrell’s deep voice even sounded sexy, as he greeted them courteously.

“Won’t you sit down?” Kari said, waving to the table. Mason sat down next to Kari in the chair that Marc had been in, and Terrell grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and pulled it up to the space on the other side of Stacy.

Out of nowhere, Marc appeared over by the bar, looking at Kari, and jerked his head in a very small motion looking toward the ATM machine with his eyes.

“Excuse me, I need to check my bank account. I’ll be right back,” she said patting Mason on the shoulder. She got up and walked over to the ATM, pretending to put her card in and punch the buttons. Marc came up and leaned against the wall, looking away from her and from the table where she’d been.

“You want them there? Just making sure.”

“Do you know them?”

“Mason and Terrell? Yeah, they come here off and on. Seem ok, never make any trouble and they tip the dancers pretty well.”

“Well, it’s ok with me, if you think they’re ok. Mason tracked me down at the library.”

“Oh? He stalked you? Cause a problem?”

“No, not at all. He saw me get covered in cum here that time, so he found me and uhm . . . yeah, it was ok, and he was nice,” she shrugged and smiled with another blush.

“Just let me know if you need me. All you have to do is reach across with your right hand and grab your left shoulder, and I’ll know that something is not going right and I’ll be right there. Ok?”

“Yes, thank you. That will work fine.” He wandered off and she finished her fake bank transaction and went back to the table.

“Sorry about that,” Kari said. “I just wanted to know if I had enough money to buy you both a drink. And, I do, so--,” she waved Bunny over and told her to get them what they wanted. Stacy looked at her with thoughtful eyes, and Kari took note that even after 3 shots and 2 rum and cokes, Stacy knew the trip to the ATM was bogus and she had noticed she had consulted with Marc. Kari winked at her, and she smiled.

“She’s pretty sharp for a young pup.”

“A young bitch pup, as she affectionately told you. And yes, she is. And she worships the ground you walk on,” her slutself replied.

“She only said she worships my pussy.”

“Touché. Good point. You’re ahead on this conversation. The slutty part is always juiciest.”

“You mean I get to win one?”

“We both always win. You keep forgetting. We be a team, cumslut.”

“Maybe I should be ‘fuckbrains’.”

“Hrmmmm . . . naw . . . bimbo cheerleaders are too dumb to have brains. Just curves, boobs, asses and the right moves. I’m the brains in this team, chickie.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No problem. I’ll be happy to add another gratuity on your bill.”

“I owe you?”

“You have no idea how much. Big-time. Sexually, of course. Next up—”

“—I don’t want to know,” Kari interrupted.

“No pro-blem-o. You’ll love it, anyway. Sexually, of course. Totally humiliating and nasty slutty.” And Kari’s pussy pulsed, leaking even more.

Bunny brought Mason and Terrell’s drinks, and they both protested saying, “Hey, this should be the other way around. We should be buying you drinks—but thanks all the same.” Kari actually leaned over and put her hand on Mason’s leg. He looked at her a bit surprised, but pleased.

“Good to see you.”

“That’s nice to hear. I did kind of walk in and sexually assault you the other day.”

“Well, yeah, but I have to admit, it was VERY sexy. And, you did help me cum. The really bad-guys don’t care about their victims cumming; only just want to get their rocks off—wham bam with no thank you, ma’am. And, I checked you out, so you don’t seem to be all that dangerous.” It wasn’t entirely true that she’d checked him out so thoroughly, but Kari thought it would be a good thing for him to think anyway.

“You did? I’m flattered. Good to know that whoever you checked with wasn’t unhappy about me.”

“I have some very good friends in, uh, high places.”

“Apparently so. The way this is going, I’m hoping I can join the club. ‘The San Antonio Sexy Librarian Fan Club.’”

“Oh, Gawd no! . . . it would get me fired. I like my job.”

Just then Melody and Stacy burst out laughing at something Terrell had said, while he just looked innocent and sipped his whiskey sour.

“You said that next time, you would expect me to take care of you.” Kari went on.

“Sure. Fair is fair,” he grinned.

“Well, suppose we are going to have a get-together after we get finished drinking here. If you showed up, I might be fair.” He looked amused.

“Works for me. So, when does it start.”

“As soon as I can find out when Bunny finishes her shift, but I’ll bet it’s 11pm, which is only another 20 minutes.”

“Bunny has something to do with it? She has great tits.”

“According to the local polls, she does, yes. Well, we were hoping to talk her into joining in.” His eyebrows flickered up and down.

“You won’t find me arguing with that. Who else?”

“Me, Melody, Stacy . . . you and Terrell if he’s interested . . . Bunny. Four women versus 2 men. We might get one more guy that I know of.”

“Count me in. Just so you know, neither of us are bi-sexual. Let me chat a minute with Terrell.” He got Terrell’s attention and jerked his head to the side. They got up and casually wandered over to the bar for a minute.

“I asked him if he and his friend would want to join us,” Kari said to Melody and Stacy. “We only need to ask Bunny and we’ll have it.” Melody’s corduroy shorts were on the floor by then and her pussy was leaking onto her chair. Stacy had been looking at Melody’s open pussy and licking her lips, but she was still more or less dressed, although her boobs were out in plain view, her grey blouse still tucked into her leather skirt but pulled back around the sides to keep it open.

“You go ahead and see if Bunny wants to join us, and then we’ll go when her shift ends. I’m sure she gets off in about 20 minutes,” and Melody giggled. “I mean, gets off work. She probably gets off several times a day,” she added, laughing at her own innuendo.

Kari caught Bunny’s eye and waved her over. She bent over toward Kari’s ear, her arm on the back of Kari’s chair, her tits virtually in her face, her eyes alight. “Yes?”

“We’re thinking that you finish your shift in a few minutes and we’re planning a . . . uhm . . . party at Melody’s place, so we were wondering if you’d like to join us?”

Bunny’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under her bangs which were all the rage lately—at least for strip bars and their waitresses. “Uhm . . . you want me to come with you?” she sputtered, obviously surprised.

“Yes. We’d noticed your interest in Stacy’s boobs . . . and you seem to like women, so . . .“ she left it hanging.

“I’m lesbian, yes. But, . . . you know I get invited to parties by guys here all the time, and I’ve often dreamed of a woman inviting me . . . and so you’re here and . . . I’m really flattered,” she said, blushing all the way down to her boobs.

“There will probably be some guys there, too, just so you know, but if you say ‘no’ they will back off,” making a mental note to tell both Mason and Terrell what she’d said.

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t been with guys, so that might be fun, too, if they’re nice,” she said.

“These are the guys,” she said, nodding toward Mason and Terrell. “So, are you coming, then?”

“Oh! I’m sorry. Yes, I’ll be happy to come with you. I just have 15 minutes or so left of serving on my shift and then I have to finish up stuff in the back, maybe 30 minutes more, but I’ll hurry. Will that be a problem?”

“Nope, as long as we all have plenty to drink when you head to the back,” Kari said grinning. “We’ll need a cab to get there, so you can ask Marc or whoever to call for one. Or, here’s the cabby’s card who brought us here, and he said to call and he’d get right to us. With all this many people, though, we might need a limo to carry all of us, so tell him how many, too.”

“I’ll take care of it, no problem.”

“Yeah, that will be great, thank you,” and Kari rubbed her leg, this time higher and touching her panty-covered pussy. Bunny closed her eyes half-way and her lips got wet, blushing, and a wet spot appeared in the middle of her panties. Then she walked away toward the bar with her hips swaying like one of the dancers, for Kari’s benefit.

“You’re getting to be good at seducing other women,” her slutself commented.

“Well, these women are so opposite from my mother, I have to admit I get turned on thinking about licking them and vice versa,” she replied.

“So is Jacquie, although she used to be just like your mom. I’m sure you’ll get very hot whipping her while you imagine she is your mom. To quote Marc, ‘now there’s bitch who really needs a whipping’—your mom, that is. Maybe you will get to whip your mom some day. Or, have someone like Terrell and Mason arrange it or do it for you, so she would never know it was your revenge.”

Kari couldn’t even speak at the thought of revenge against her sociopathic ‘fake-Christian’ mother. Her mother had lived by revenge and Kari had often thought that if she ever actually experienced it from someone else that she’d have backed off. Then again, maybe not.

Marc came to the door and sent them off, even opening the door to the cab and helping the ladies inside. It wasn’t exactly a limo, but it was a van that had room for 6-8 passengers, much like the one Lisa had picked them up with, but not nearly as luxurious.

Somehow the cabby was the same one as before. He grinned at Kari and Stacy. “Nice to see you two lovely ladies again this evening. I trust you had a wonderful time with your friends at the bar?”

“Yeah, it was great. In fact, we brought some of them with us, so we’re not going home, yet. We’re going to Melody’s place,” Stacy said, looking at Melody to provide the address, which she did. He nodded, made sure everyone was seated, and they took off at a leisurely pace, but arrived at Melody’s place after a short drive.

When he open their door to graciously let them step down, Kari started to give him a couple of $20 bills, but he held up a hand. “Uh . . . this looks like a very sexy party in the making, so . . . uh—well, I uh . . . I’m not married and I haven’t had . . . uh . . .” he stuttered.

“Well, what about me setting you up with a lonely sexy slut I know of, instead of the $40 tip?” Kari asked. “Her boobs are bigger than mine.”

He beamed. “That would be great!”

“I just have one question. Do you enjoy kinky sex? Like bondage, some light whipping and stuff, safe word and respect to her choices and needs included?”

“I just have one answer to all that. YES!”

“Ok, then. Take the tip anyway, and give me your phone number and I’ll call her and see if I can set it up. And, no I’m not a pimp and she’s not a street whore, so it’s free. Treat her like you want her, ok? She’s a slut, and has a woman Mistress, so you’ll respect that, too. I’ll have to talk with her Mistress so she will be aware of this, and if it’s no, then it’s no. But, if I know her Mistress, it will be yes. You’ll just have to be nice and everything—until the kinky part, which you’d better be good about, or I’ll have my bouncer friend on your ass.”

He smiled even more brightly. “Yes, Ma’am!” and grabbed a paper pad and wrote on it and handed it to her. “And, if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re very sexy yourself, even if your boobs aren’t huge.”

“Thank you.”

“Like bees to honey, and you be the honey,” her slutself tossed in.

“I be sweeter, though, and a lot sluttier. A slutty honey.”

“Good point. Even rhymes. A bit crude, though.”

“You’re a big help,” Kari said sarcastically.

“I try,” her slutself said without a trace of guilt.

Kari grabbed Stacy. “We need to call Jane.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’ve got her a good guy to fuck her. He’s lonely and says he’s into kinky sex and she needs someone to fuck her, and I told him that she has a Mistress and all that.

“Wow . . . you’re right. That might be just the type she needs. Who is this guy.”

“The cabby.”

“The cabby?” she asked incredulously.

“Did I stutter?”

“No, Lover Doll. It just surprised me, is all. Ok, I’ll call her right now.”

“Sounds good. And here is his phone number, so you can tell her to call him and offer herself as his slave for the night . . . and if he wants to pay, he pays it all to her, and tell her that, too.”

“Yes, my Mistress Lover Doll librarian roommate love-of-my-life. And remind me to lick you all over again for doing all that. I didn’t know what to do with Jane.”

“Remind you? Like you’d forget?”

“Well, no—just kidding. I’d better get on the phone, Lover Doll.”

“Yeah, and hurry. The orgy awaits.”

“OOOOOoooooo . . . yes, Mistress.”

Melody didn’t hesitate in disrobing after she unlocked and opened her front door, and her blouse came off within a few feet of the front door of her place, and she kicked off the white corduroy shorts a few steps later. So by the time she was 10 or 12 feet inside her house, her naked hips were wiggling with every strutting step on her 9-inch heels. She reached over and turned on the music and the lights, but not the bright overhead ones—instead she turned on the rope light that encircled the ceiling and the other indirect accent lights which adorned the walls of her living room. The music was not overly loud, but sensuous and Kari caught the words, “fucking for fun” and “sex had begun” so she knew it was a song for stripping and other similar pursuits. To the right, they could see out the glass doors to the glow of the lights in the curved pool and the comfortable looking beach chairs and tables.

Stacy had called and as she described it to Kari, Jane apparently was already juicing her panties in anticipation for having kinky sex with the man that her new Mistress had arranged for her. Phone numbers were exchanged and Jane texted her that he was on his way to her place and seemed very nice, thank you very very much, with kisses and hugs and other intimate joinings.

As soon as they saw Melody start to mix the drinks at what appeared to be a full bar at the other end of the room, Stacy and Bunny went over to help serve the drinks. Kari, feeling very horny and wanting deeply to show it, plopped down on one of the couches in living room, carelessly allowing her pseudo-cheerleading miniskirt to flip up revealing her sexy wide-open thighs, some hairs from her bush poking out from under each side of her thong. Mason grinned and sat down on one side of her and Terrell on the other, and Kari casually let her hands rest on their legs, leaving her soaked-thong covered pussy out in view in line with the general gaiety of the evening.

Bunny and Melody knew exactly which drinks each one of them liked, so with Stacy helping, they each brought a tray of drinks which included several for each of them plus some extra bottles of vodka and rum and whiskey, some mixers and an ice bucket for later when anyone ran out. Stacy had taken her grey blouse off so she was topless, and Bunny was wearing a narrow tube-top just around her boobs, but her short waitress skirt had mysteriously disappeared, so she was bottomless, except for her heels, the smooth skin of her thighs looking very enticing. They both looked very excited and happy to be included—Stacy because she was young and hadn’t had this kind of experience before, and Bunny because she’d been invited by a bi-sexual woman instead of one of the horny guys from the nude bar.

Melody went back to the bar and brought back some cheese and crackers and chips and dip for munchies, still walking around nude as though that was as normal as anything, and maybe it was normal for her in her own house. By then, Kari had progressed from simply laying her hand on both Mason and Terrell’s legs to rubbing their crotches, one of the slutty fantasies that she’d always dreamed of but had never actually done before. They both had hard-on bulges which were obvious to everyone, even with Kari’s hand in the way as she rubbed.

After Melody had delivered the snacks, she sat down on the low table in the middle of the room, which was about 10 feet long and looked strong enough to dance on. She reached down underneath it and pulled open some drawers which contained numerous whips and ropes and chains and nipple clamps and other BDSM accoutrements. Then she took a large drink of vodka straight from a bottle that she’d set nearby and started tying her tits up with a chain.

She clasped a nipple chain on her tits and looked over and politely asked Mason to assist her, so he got up and bent over to talk with her with the sensuous music pulsing erotically in everyone’s ears. They spoke for a few moments, but the music was too loud for Kari to hear what they said, and then Melody put a ballgag in her mouth, buckling it tightly behind her head, and laid down with her arms to her sides and her knees up.

Mason took a set of leather cuffs with silver rings on them and put them on her ankles and wrists. Then he took some clips and hooked them together, adding a spreader bar between her feet which also clipped to the silver rings. The result was that Melody was spread-wide, her pussy aimed toward the couch where Terrell and Kari were sitting, and while they were sitting right next to Terrell, Stacy and Bunny could easily have seen her open cunt if they had not been making out at the time, their tongues entwined and their hands busy with each other’s boobs and pussy.

Then Mason took out a string whip and began to whip Melody’s tits, thighs and pussy very enthusiastically, much to Melody’s enthusiastic moans and squeals. Mason began disrobing in between strokes of the whip and Melody’s cunt juices began dripping down on the table beneath her.

Kari had opened Terrell’s pants and slid them down, so his cock was standing tall and she jerked on it and licked around the crown. It was not particularly long, but it was pretty thick, which made Kari wonder if she would be able to fit it inside her small cunt.

That thought further soaked her thong, so she stood up and slid it off and started to toss it the side.

“Not so,” Terrell said to her quietly but firmly. “Put it in your mouth, slut.”

So she put her thong in her mouth, noticing that it was almost totally soaked with her juices since she’d been so horny for the past hour while imagining the orgy that was now taking place. Then she moved astride him and introduced his thick cock into the entrance of her cunt.

She was very wet but his thickness forced her to slide it in only a little at a time, to allow her cunt to stretch. He pulled off her cheerleading top and began to pinch her nipples and pull them out roughly, which made it easier for her to accommodate his hard cock, since it added to her arousal. When he finally slid all the way up inside her, he reached up and slapped her face, hard enough to sting, and said, “You a fucking piece of meat, aren’t you, slut librarian.”

“Yeah . . . yes, Sir. I’m a fucking piece of meat.” She began to move up and down feeling the hot skin of his cock piercing her cunt as well as the heat of his hand print on her face.

“You’re ‘fuckface”, a nasty cheap whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m fuckface, a nasty cheap whore.” His words of humiliation started to build her orgasm. Her new name was now ‘fuckface’.

“How cheap are you, fucking slut?”

“I’m a cheap whore. For only a quarter, I’ll just open my legs for anybody, anytime. I’m yours for the taking, yours for fucking.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh, YEAH?” he said a bit louder.

“Yeah!”

“Oh, YEAH?”

“YEAH!” and she came, her juices leaking out around his thick cock.

“You gonna’ hafta’ do better than that to make me cum, whore! I ain’t goin’ to waste a fucking quarter on your cheap cunt.”

“Anything! I’ll do anything. Cum in my cunt, please, Sir! And I need a spanking very badly, Sir. I’ve been bitchy and need a real man to whip my ass, to punish me for being such a fucking idiot.”

“A fucking idiot.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m a fucking idiot. A stupid bimbo fucktoy, piece of meat,”

“Then I’ll just have to whip your fucking ass, cunt and tits, like a piece of meat, won’t I?”

“Please Sir! Yes, Sir!

“Then, turn around, stupid fucktoy bimbo!” She lifted up off of his cock and turned around.

“I’m taking off my belt, you stupid piece of ass.”

“Yes, Sir! Please, Sir! Belt my fucking ass and cunt hard. Make me want to behave!” He started to use his belt on her, and both Stacy and Bunny stopped to watch, their mouths open. He stroked her ass five times in quick succession, 3 of them low enough to sting the lips of her cunt. She squealed when his belt hit her there. He continued for another 10 strokes. He was hitting hard, but not extremely hard, just hard enough to make a weal rise bluish-red on the skin of her ass.

“Thank you, Sir!” Kari said, sobbing now, and then her legs failed her and she fell face down on the floor, her boobs squishing out on each side.

He stopped and laid down next to her, breathing very hard, his cock straight out on top of the back of her left thigh, leaking precum.

“My ass or cunt or mouth is yours, Sir. <sob> Please fuck me!” she begged between sobs. Stacy and Bunny were now watching with each other’s hands in their twats, mutually masturbating with great thrusting enthusiasm. He got on top of her ass, his legs astride hers and slid his cock between her ass cheeks penetrating her cunt which was slick with her juices. He fucked her vigorously from that position until he paused, reached down and lifted his cock until it was aimed at her asshole, and then slid it inside amid her squeals and sobs for another episode of vigorous fucking. After some time of thrusting back and forth inside her asshole, he arched back and poured his cum inside her.

Kari lifted off into subspace or perhaps even another plane of experience, his cum spurting into the deepest level of her body, and she felt more owned than she’d ever felt. She wasn’t exactly floating, but she was floating in some other way too, like diving off of a cliff into deep water, gasping for breath and feeling her whole body tense with every muscle as she surged in a cataclysmic orgasm.

She floated so high, she touched the very stars.

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