Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 20

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: orgy, cum fetish, exhibition, humil, MM/FFF les d/s, bestiality

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 20

(orgy, cum fetish, exhibition, humil, MM/FFF les d/s, bestiality)

By SM

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From Part 19 (The orgy at Melody’s place):

“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.

When she came to, someone was putting a cup against her mouth so she took a sip. Her tongue tingled a bit from the flavor of the martini, but she could taste something else. As she became more aware, she realized it tasted like cum.

“Heheh . . . I thought you’d like a little cum-cocktail to help you wake up, fuckface,” Mason was saying, smiling as he held the cup. “Like it?”

Kari took a larger drink and felt the thick chalky-salty cum against her tongue, and she swirled it around in her mouth, savoring the flavor, and then swallowed. She’d always loved the taste of cum. She looked up at him and nodded.

“Want some more?” She nodded again.

“Well, then you can suck it out of Melody’s cunt,” and he helped Kari over to where she was tied, moving her on her hands and knees between Melody’s thighs.

Kari saw Melody’s pussy pulsing like it was out of control, and it seemed clear that she was still having multiple orgasms. Her bush was soaked and white liquids were smeared all over her thighs and dripping off of her pussy lips. Kari felt his hand push her against the mess, her face feeling the sticky cum and she automatically breathed in and began to lick and suck. Clearly it was a mixture of his cum and hers, and the taste was heavenly to Kari’s senses.

She felt something against her cunt and a cock thrust inside her, but she continued wallowing in Melody’s sloppy cunt juices, savoring the musky smell. With each stroke of Mason pumping his cock into her own cunt, Kari’s face smashed even harder against Melody’s labia, her nose and mouth almost thrusting inside her hole. She could feel Melody’s orgasms continue until Melody just relaxed completely, breathing hard past the gag in her mouth, and Kari knew that she’d gone past her limits and had either passed out or gone into subspace or both.

In the meantime, as Mason was fucking her cunt from behind, she could feel him thrust deeply inside her and the warm spurts of his load coated the inside of her womb. He fell forward on top of her, gasping for breath for a few moments, and then pulled his cock out of her and flopped down to the side. Kari collapsed face down, with her ass still up in the air, and she could feel his cum drip down her pussy lips and onto her inner thighs.

Just then, she felt someone start to lick her there. She thought it was probably Stacy, who’d mentioned how she’d love to suck her lover’s cum out of Kari’s pussy.

But, to her surprise, Stacy appeared into view as she laid down her head next to Kari’s and pulled her face around to kiss her. Kari could taste a woman’s cunt juices on Stacy’s lips and tongue, so she realized it must be Bunny who was sucking Mason’s cum out of her pussy. The thought made her feel sluttier—if that was possible—and she started pushing her ass and cunt back onto Bunny’s face. The response was even more enthusiasm with Bunny’s tongue, and she could even hear her whimpering and sucking sounds. As she came another time while sucking Stacy’s tongue in her mouth, she could feel Bunny latch onto her cunt lips and suck hard, most likely enjoying her own orgasm.

They all had to lay back and breathe hard to catch up before their lungs totally lost their oxygen. Cum coated their faces, their open thighs and their boobs were quivering and lifting with each breath as they lay there feeling the intermittent after-shocks of the intense sexual connections.

A while later, Terrell came around and thrust his cock into each cunt, pumped a few times and pulled out. Kari felt even more like a piece of meat being used, and her pussy pulsed at the thought. She looked over and saw that Melody had been untied, and that she had also felt the pleasure of being used when Terrell pumped in and out of her. Kari wondered how he stayed so hard for so long, but then maybe it was a turn on for him to use their bodies in much the same way that she had found it arousing to be used.

The last cunt that Terrell used was Bunny’s.

“A fucking lesbian slut cunt, are you?” he asked her, as he thrust into her.

“Yes, Sir. I’m a fucking lesbian slut cunt.”

“So, you don’t like cock?” That didn’t seem to slow him down any, as he fucked in and out of her sloppy pussy.

“Oh, I like cock alright. But, not as much as being used by a woman. I love women, but I like being used, being forced by strong men to do whatever they want.”

“Then, I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum, maybe knock you up.”

“Yes, Sir. Please! Please cum inside my cunt and make me have your baby! Nobody has ever wanted me to have their baby!” Her eyes were glazed, like she was in subspace or just high from the sexual intensity, not to mention the effects of the booze.

He arched back and Kari could see his thighs pulse as he poured a load of cream into her womb, and Bunny’s knuckles turned white against his arms where she held onto him, joining him in their shared orgasm. When they relaxed, Terrell slid out of her and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up for a kiss.

“Thank you, Sir,” she croaked through parched lips.

“You’re welcome, slut cunt.” And he laid her back down, careful not to let her hit the floor too hard.

After they all lay there catching their breath for awhile, Melody got up shakily and refilled all of their drinks. After a few minutes, she seemed steadier as she walked. The skin of her wet thighs and boobs had lines on it from the whipping she’d gotten from Mason, but she looked very content, apparently having had her pain needs met from the events of the evening. Mason, looking tired but also content even though he didn’t have the stamina that Terrell had, sipped his drink and smiled at Kari.

Kari, in turn, looked over at Stacy, who looked happily sated—at least sexually. Her face was still shiny with cum, and her boobs had finger marks on them from being grabbed hard enough to bruise them. Kari thought that she herself most likely looked the same way, and confirmed that by glancing down to find marks on her own boobs and thighs, including the welts left by Terrell’s belt.

The party seemed pretty well over at that point, so they all gathered up their energy and their clothes and thanked Melody for hosting them. In truth, that part was pretty foggy for Kari when she tried to remember it later, given the combination of all that had transpired. Somebody called for a couple cabs, and they all headed home. The only unusual part was Bunny asked Kari if she could stay the night with her and Stacy, saying she’d be glad to sleep on their couch. Kari was too tired and foggy to think about it, and so she just agreed.

Mason and Terrell kissed all the women, thanking them for a great time, and left in one cab, while Kari, Stacy and Bunny kissed Melody goodnight and took the other one. Melody hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes, so the cabbies both got an eyeful when she came out to say her goodbyes. Kari wondered how things had turned out with Jane and the other cabby, but somehow she knew they wouldn’t find anything out at that late hour.

When they arrived home, Stacy unlocked the door and they wearily went inside. Even though Kari was tired, she felt sticky, and knowing that Stacy was too tired to lick her off, she just went in and rinsed off in the shower. In the meantime, Stacy had apparently retrieved some sheets and blankets and a pillow for Bunny which she had gotten set up on the couch for her—so Kari found her in their regular bed in the bedroom. Kari was mildly surprised about that, since she had gotten the feeling that Stacy and Bunny had hit it off, so they might have wanted to sleep together in the living room, or maybe even in the bedroom, small bed and all. Although she wasn’t thinking all that clearly, she was pleased that Stacy had chosen to sleep with her instead. When she slipped into bed beside her, Stacy reached over and snuggled up, kissing her softly, saying “I love you” and wishing her good night, her voice warm and happy.

Many hours later, Kari woke up, thinking about Stacy’s goodnight kiss and hearing in her mind’s memory “I love you”—a reality which Kari had never dreamed possible before, and one which was pretty hard to believe even as it happened.

So, for once, Kari was the first one up even though it was approaching noon, so she walked softly out to the kitchen and started the coffee brewing, and looked over the breakfast choices. After all the excitement of the previous night, brown-sugar-cinnamon coffee cake sounded good, so she got out a premixed package of it, mixed it and put it into the oven, trying to avoid making too much noise. Then, she cut up some cantaloupe and apples, got out the frozen blue berries, and after warming them a bit in the microwave, set them out on a tray, with some yogurt to dip them in. She knew it wasn’t like Joe’s wonderful breakfast, but she thought it would do.

“Wow! You mean, like . . . you eat breakfast?” Kari looked up to see Bunny rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes, wearing a silky robe that Stacy had laid out for her. It was open in front, though, so her sexy boobs and shaved pussy were out in view, which Kari found arousing. She’d rarely had the courage to expose herself to anyone male or female, much less someone she hadn’t known for very long—until recently, anyway.

“Well, sometimes. Want some coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

“Take anything in it?”

“Well, yes, but it’s not what other people usually have,” Bunny said, blushing a bit.

“Oh?”

“Well . . . I usually . . . uhm . . . I shouldn’t have brought it up . . . uhm . . . masturbate when I get up, and I uhm . . . squirt . . . and . . . this is really embarrassing to talk about . . . uhm . . . “ her face turning quite red.

“Ah . . . so you like to squirt into your coffee?”

“Well, I like to taste it in my coffee . . . I know it’s really weird . . . heheh,” she admitted awkwardly.

“I wouldn’t call that weird . . . I like the taste of a guy’s cum in my coffee or food . . . I just like the taste of cum anytime, really,” Kari said to ease her embarrassment. It made her own pussy tingle to admit that, so it wasn’t all one sided. Oddly, she realized she could be more relaxed and honest with a stripper than with her Sunday school class—except for Joe, maybe.

“Really?”

“Yes. So, since I don’t have any cum to put in it, how would you like your coffee? I have some of that flavored creamer, if you like . . . vanilla carmel?”

“That sounds great! I’ll have some of that, please.”

“And, help yourself to the fruit until the coffee cake is done.”

“Wow! . . . It smells good, too.”

“I wish Joe was here . . . he would make something out of this world.”

“Joe?”

“Yeah. He’s a master chef.”

“A master chef?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s one of your friends?”

“Yes, . . . well, <ahem> . . . maybe, more than just a friend.”

“She was thinking about moving in with him before I showed up,” a voice said from the hallway and Stacy appeared, still wet from the shower, wearing a light shower robe on her shoulders. “Good morning, lover and Lover Doll!” she said brightly, kissing both of them.

“I was not!”

“You were, too! You told me you were,” Stacy shot back with a smile.

Kari blushed. “No, actually, I told you I was thinking about getting to know him and maybe seeing about if it would work out to marry him, since he said he might be falling in love with me.”

“Or with Marc, you said,” Stacy added.

“Well, this sounds very interesting . . . do you mean Marc from the club?” Bunny asked.

“Stay tuned for another episode of Guiding Librarian,” Stacy mimicked a TV announcer, “a vivid soap opera of the real sexual life of a San Antonio librarian!”

Kari blushed more, ignored those last two comments, and continued on with Stacy. “No . . . you just mentioned that if I was uhm . . . interested in Marc that Joe might find that hard to accept . . . something like that . . . do you want some coffee?”

“Yes, but don’t change the subject—.“ Thankfully, just then the oven timer buzzed.

“Coffee cake is probably done!” Kari said, relieved that they could change the subject after all. She found some hot pads and brought the coffee cake out onto the countertop, amidst their oo’s and ah’s. “It will have to cool! Give it at least 10 minutes!” to the groans of their impatient disappointment.

“By the way, Jacquie is outside in her car . . . just so you know,” Stacy mentioned.

“Jacquie?” Bunny asked.

“Uhm . . . earlier, you mentioned weird sexual things? Jacquie is a rich gal who hates her husband and she wants to be humiliated, so she’s paying us to humiliate her and let her live in our dog house out in the back yard,” Stacy said bluntly.

Bunny looked at her with her mouth open. “She’s . . . paying you to live in your dog house? Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.” Bunny looked at Kari, whose mouth was opening and closing, trying to think of what to say. Finally giving up, Kari shrugged and nodded wryly, opening her hands in a gesture of helpless agreement. “Yeah, it’s true.”

“Why don’t you go out and wave her to come in,” Kari said to Stacy, who got up and went out to the door to do just that.

Jacquie crawled in dragging a rather heavy looking bag gripped in her teeth, dressed in a blue mini-skirt with a white see-thru blouse and white see-thru panties. Her blouse was open, so her rather large tits dangled down in front of her, and she had her collar on with leash already attached. Stacy picked up the leash and took the bag out from between her teeth and brought her by the breakfast bar where Kari and Bunny were seated.

She crawled over to Kari, kissed her feet and then moved back to Stacy’s feet, which she also kissed and laid her head on them, face down, her ass sticking up in the air. She was clearly aroused, so Kari could smell the scent of her pussy and could see her panties were wet with her juices.

“May cuntwhore speak, please?” she asked, plaintively.

“Yes, you may speak, cuntwhore,” Stacy replied.

“May cuntwhore greet your guest, please?”

“Yes, you may.”

Jacquie crawled over to Bunny’s feet and kissed them and, still bowing face down, said to her, “I am cuntwhore, a lezzy slut slave who is here to be used. May I serve you in any way?”

Bunny looked up at Kari and Stacy with a rather surprised expression, then looked back down at her, “How were you thinking of serving me, cuntwhore?”

“Cuntwhore follows whatever orders her owners command her. But, she was thinking that the guest of Mistress Kari and Mistress Stacy might want to be welcomed by having her pussy licked or anything like that.”

Bunny raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You get off on licking a stranger’s cunt? Just out of the blue like that?”

“Yes, guest of Mistress Kari and Mistress Stacy. I am quite fulfilled by doing humiliating things, and I have often fantasized about being used by my owner’s guests in whatever way they wish to use me.”

“You may call me ‘Bunny’”

“Yes, Madam Bunny. Thank you for telling me your name. How may I serve you?”

Bunny looked at Stacy and Kari, who both shrugged as if to say they understood her surprise. She cleared her throat and looked at Jacquie. “I understand that you are rich.”

“Yes, Madam Bunny. I have a lot of money, because my family had money and my husband is a banker. Do you want some of it?”

“Ok, yes . . . then give me $1,000 dollars.”

“Yes, Madam Bunny. I need some instruction from Mistress Kari and Mistress Stacy, so may I talk with them, please?”

“Of course.” Bunny looked rather surprised that she had agreed to just give her $1,000, and looked at all of them with a rather surprised expression.

“Mistress Kari and Mistress Stacy? In the bag I brought today, there is $20,000 in bundles of $1,000, since my divorce attorney and my accountant said not to withdraw more than at one time. I had intended to give you each $10,000 today, but since Madam Bunny has asked for $1,000, I can give her the money I brought today and then make it up to you the next time I can get to a bank, or I can go get the money to give to Madam Bunny right now. What is your desire about this, my Mistresses?”

Kari just looked up at the ceiling and then closed her eyes and leaned back, dropping her arms to her sides and shaking her head in disbelief. Stacy actually started laughing.

“Mistress Kari? Mistress Stacy? Have I offended?”

“No, . . . uhm, slaveJacquie. You have not offended us. We’re just not used to handing money out whenever someone just asks for it,” Kari replied.

“Mistress Kari? I don’t understand. Don’t people just come into your library and ask for a book and you just give it to them?”

“Well, yes. But, they only borrow it. Then they have to bring it back within a month . . . or renew it, so they can keep it again for another month.”

“Oh. I’ve actually never gone to a library. We always just bought the book we wanted. But actually, I’m not used to giving money away either, because my husband hates the thought of that. However, I always thought it was a great injustice that we have far more money than we need and we are so selfish with it. So, from now on, I’m going to give to anyone who asks.”

“In that case, you may give Madam Bunny the money she asked for from the money you brought today,” Stacy said.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Jacquie crawled over to the bag which Stacy had dropped beside the couch, reached in and brought out a bundle of paper bills wrapped with a brown piece of paper which was labeled, “$1,000.” She turned and handed it to Bunny who was sitting there looking at her in astonishment. Then Jacquie bowed again, kissed her feet and repeated, “How may I serve you, Madam Bunny?”

“Uhmm . . . I think you’ve served me quite well enough today, thank you,” Bunny replied, looking quite surprised and even a bit uncomfortable while holding the bundle of bills in her hand. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Jacquie crawled back to Stacy’s feet, bowed to her and then sat down beside her on the floor, her face blushing with arousal.

Stacy’s cell buzzed, so she checked it. “Ah, it’s Jane. Is it ok if I find out how it went with the cabby and her?”

“Sure! . . . I’m curious, anyway,” Kari said.

Stacey handed Jacquie’s leash to Kari, hit the answer button on her cell phone to answer Jane and went into the living room to talk with her. Bunny looked a bit confused, so Kari said, “Jane is someone we recently got connected with . . . well, you might say she was looking for someone.” She blushed, remembering Jane’s crush.

“Looking for someone? What do you mean?” Bunny asked.

“Uhmm . . . well, she got divorced some years ago and got very lonely, and went to the library where I work and . . . uhmm, she left her panties in the back corner of the library where the lesbian literature is—with her name and phone number on them. I found them, and Stacy called her and she said she was looking for a mistress . . . and, well Stacy called her and found out that she . . . uhmm . . . she has a crush on me but was too scared to talk with me directly, so Stacy is her mistress at the moment,” Kari finished rather embarrassed, so her face was definitely warm with her blush.

Bunny looked at her, blinked, and then laughed. “I’m sorry,” she said to Kari. “Apparently, you and Stacy have a lot more fun than I’ve ever dreamed of.”

“That’s about the size of it, actually,” Kari said, laughing along with her, feeling somewhat relieved. “Up until last month . . . or maybe two months ago . . . I had a fairly peaceful, but somewhat boring life. Then, I got this maid job which turned out to be . . . uhm . . . rather interesting . . . and well, since then I have a hard time saying ‘no’ to people, and I keep falling into humiliating—and sexy—experiences . . . and then Stacy appeared and my life has been a virtual highway of sexual experiences. I have no idea why it started or why it’s even happening now,” she replied, thinking to herself that—as usual—she’d revealed a lot more than she had intended.

“Well, all I know is that you two seem to have more fun getting fucked by almost everybody and then some,” Bunny said, laughingly.

“Something like that, yes,” Kari said sheepishly.

Stacy came back in the room smiling. “She said it was heavenly . . . or heaven sent . . . or something like that.”

“I gather things went well for Jane and . . . what’s his first name, anyway?”

“Cobb.”

“That’s his name?” Bunny asked.

“Well, at least it’s the name he told her,” Stacy replied.

“The card he gave me said, ‘C. Dobbins, Veteran, Ace Cabs’, as I remember,” Kari added.

“Anyway, they got connected by phone and all that, and he went over to her place. Jane said he was very polite and cautious at first, but worked out a safe word and after things got rolling, he tied up her tits and tied her down face-up on the bed and used a flogger on her tits and pussy . . . well, that’s about when she said it got ‘heavenly’ or whatever. She said she lost count of how many orgasms she had. She said he came all over her tits and she licked it off. It looked like he loved that part, at least she got that impression.”

“That’s great! . . . that it went well in all levels of their time together, I mean” Kari said. It made her pussy a bit wet just thinking about being tied up and flogged, licking his cum off of her own tits and all that. She could feel herself blushing, and waved her hand rapidly in front of her face as if to cool herself.

Bunny happened to be watching her. “So, that turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“<Ahem> . . . well, yes, I guess you could say that. Does it turn you on?”

“It’s starting to,” Bunny replied.

“Oh? What do you mean?” Kari asked, mostly trying to cover her slutty desires.

“Well, when I was growing up, I was told that guy’s cum was to be avoided, because it could make you pregnant. So, when I was horny, I learned how to tease just enough for the guy to be horny . . . like, crazy horny, but not let them get close enough for me to touch their cum.”

She looked thoughtful. “I guess that’s why I’d make a good server at a nude bar, although, I have to put up with guys always asking for blowjobs and handjobs.”

“Maybe so,” Kari said. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been a server at a nude bar. I’ll have to admit, though, that the thought of guys getting off by looking at my body turns me on. My ex-husband asked me if I liked that thought when he took pictures of me nude, and I had to say “yes” to that question. I picked a fight with him a couple of days later, though, because I felt so ashamed about it. And, I also admit I do love the taste of a guy’s cum, well, a woman’s cum, too, so . . . <ahem> . . . uhmm . . . when I was growing up, I couldn’t be sexual at all without hearing from my mom that I was a slut to play with myself or even WANT to do sexual things. My dad, however, used to come into my bedroom at night and jerk off on me, and then sometimes make me suck him off. He’d always give me something I wanted if I did that, so I did learn to enjoy the taste of his cum. He said I’d wind up anyway as a slut, a bi-sexual cum whore slave and lots of other dirty labels. Apparently, he was right about that part. It just took me 50 years.”

“You’re 50 years old?”

“Uhmm, actually 52 . . . almost 53 in another month,” Kari admitted wryly.

“Oh my god! You look like you’re only about 30 or so.”

“Thanks. . . . I think.”

They could hear a car pull up in the driveway, and Stacy got up and went to look out to see who it was. “It’s Marc,” she said from the doorway. “And he brought a dog with him.”

Jacquie, who had been sitting quietly by Kari’s chair, started making slutty whining sounds from her throat, which seemed to be amazingly similar to the sounds made by a dog. Kari remembered Marc saying he’s like to watch a slut being fucked by a dog, when she’d told him about Jacquie wanting to be “bred,” so she got up and went to the door. As an afterthought, she opened her robe, thinking about how Marc had already fucked her, so . . . showing her nakedness like Bunny had earlier; she opened the door to let him in.

“Hello,” she greeted him lamely in one of her soft voices.

He looked her up and down, taking in her naked boobs and bush and sniffing in a breath, clearly smelling her scent. “Well. <heheh> I . . . uhm . . . <ahem> . . . am I interrupting you, babe?”

Kari giggled, “uh . . . no, we were expecting you, . . . uhm . . . Marc, Sir,” Kari said breathily, as she looked up to meet his eyes.

“Ok, well, then . . . may I come in?”

Kari blushed because she had not moved out of the doorway to allow his entry, so he stepped in bringing his medium sized black lab inside with him.

“Oh, of course, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir. You just sort of make my mind shut off,” she said giggling and moving out of the way so he could enter.

“I make your mind shut off?” he asked curiously.

“Well, yes, Sir, . . .. you do, Sir,” she said and then giggled again, very self-consciously.

“Maybe that’s because you need a good whipping?” he asked.

“Well, actually . . . we had a party after leaving the club last night and . . . uhm . . . <blushing> . . . my whipping needs were . . . uhm . . . taken care of . . . so to speak,” Kari replied, feeling like a schoolgirl confessing that she’d been caught cheating.

“I see. Well . . . then the delay about me whipping you turned out pretty well after all, then, didn’t it?”

“I suppose so, Sir, but . . . uhm . . . I would have preferred that you had been . . . uhm . . . the one doing the . . . uhm . . . using your instrument . . . uhm . . . uhm . . . ” Kari replied stutteringly, . . . and then had to wave her hand in front of her face again to try to cool her brightly blushing face, deciding to stop saying more before she embarrassed herself further.

“<chuckling> . . . well, it’s good to know that I am wanted, my slut,” her said.

“Well, yes, Sir . . . of course, you are,” she replied, though it made her face blush even more, if that were possible. “Whew! . . . Sure is hot in here,” she said in attempt to cover up her embarrassment.

“Seems fine to me,” he replied, chuckling some more. “So, Bunny and Stacy, I have already met, but who is this . . . uhm . . . lady?” he asked looking at Jacquie.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I’m not really a lady . . . I’m a bitch,” Jacquie said, bowing her face to the floor.

“Uhm, Marc, please meet Jacquie, and Jacquie, please meet Marc and . . . uhm, what is your dogs’ name, Sir?”

“Bruno.”

“And Bruno,” Kari finished lamely.

“Mistress Stacy and Mistress Kari, may I greet your guests?” Jacquie asked, her voice muffled because she was face down in the carpet.

“Yes, you may,” Stacy replied.

Jacquie crawled up to Marc’s feet and kissed his shoes. “I am a bitch cuntwhore, Sir. Please use me however you wish. I am told that my husband, who I have filed to divorce, visits your . . . uhm . . . club rather often.”

Marc looked a bit puzzled. “Let me get this straight . . . your husband comes to “The Pony Ride” club, rather often—as you said—and you’ve decided to divorce him? What is his name? And then you decided to become a submissive whore?”

“Alistair Davenport is his name, Sir. And it’s not that I decided so much as I came to know that I already am a submissive whore, Sir. And, yes, I’ve decided to divorce him. Life with him was a hell on earth.”

“Alistair Davenport? The banker? The billionaire? You mean, you are Jacquie Davenport?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes Sir, although, I’m going to change my name when the divorce is final. Please don’t tell anyone that I’m divorcing him, Sir. He hasn’t been served with the papers yet, because my attorney is preparing.”

“Oh, I won’t tell anyone. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”

Kari pulled on Marc’s arm toward the couch, and he sat down, still looking a bit surprised about Jacquie.

Bruno seemed intrigued by Jacquie being down on the floor, and went over to sniff her ass in the typical way dogs do to other dogs. Kari could immediately see Jacquie’s face blush with arousal and after a moment could even smell her cunt juices heating up. Jacquie open her legs wider to give Bruno full access, as he began to sniff and lick her. She began to moan and whimper with obviously sexual sounds, and it occurred to Kari like she was trying to sound like a dog in heat.

“It looks to me like you want Bruno to have sex with you. Is that true?” Marc asked. “If not, I’ll stop him from bothering you.”

“Yes, Sir. I would love Bruno to use me and fuck me like the bitch I really am,” Jacquie replied. Kari saw Stacy had surreptitiously taken out the camera and was recording that conversation, aiming at Jacquie’s face. Marc’s face looked both intrigued and aroused, and he reached over to Kari and pulled him over on his knee. Her robe was still open, so as he reached around her to fondle her boobs. Kari reached back and put her hand on the obvious bulge in his crotch showing through the short corduroy pants he was wearing. Bunny looked almost amused, but also aroused, so she moved over and sat on the floor between Stacy’s legs, turned sideways so her hand could caress Stacy’s pussy, teasing her through her panties.

Jacquie apparently thought her see-thru panties were in the way, so she slipped them down, so Bruno could lick her cunt without interference. He did so with a great deal of enthusiasm, much to the obvious enjoyment of Jacquie. She held that pose for several minutes, and Bruno’s cock appeared, sliding out of its sheath under his belly, dripping a bit with pre-cum.

Then, she tucked one shoulder under, turning back toward Bruno, and rolled over on her back, her head arched back, offering her throat a wolf-like gesture of submission. She slipped her panties down until they were around her ankles, and opened her thighs wide, making her dripping cunt even more easily available to Bruno’s tongue. She scooted around until she was underneath him, and gently reached up and pulled his cock into her mouth.

Bruno made a half-growl/whine sound, obviously very aroused, as she closed her eyes and began to lick and suck his cock. Kari glanced around and saw that Stacy had stopped trying to be surreptitious, and brought the camera up to make sure she was focusing it directly on Jacquie and her bestial blow job. Bunny’s eyes were glued to the perverted scene, while her fingers had worked their way under Stacy’s panties and into her slippery cunt, and she was pumping in and out in the same rhythm Jacquie was sucking Bruno’s cock.

Marc’s cock had mysterious appeared outside his trousers and into Kari’s hand. As soon as she touched his bare skin, a her pussy tingled and moistened as she watch Jacquie’s mouth suck and pump up and down on Bruno’s cock.

“What a slut!” she thought. “I’ve never seen anything so depraved!”

“And just why are you licking your lips in anticipation?” her slutself asked.

“I’m not-- . . . ok, ok, I am,” as she realized that her mouth was watering with desire and her tongue was indeed tasting her lips as she imagined herself in Jacquie’s place.

“I didn’t ask you IF you were licking your lips in anticipation. I asked you WHY.”

“You know.”

“Yes, of course, but I get fiendish delight in making you admit it. Out loud, of course.” Kari blushed, knowing then that her slutself wanted her to expose her fantasies to the others.

“I want to suck on a cock,” she replied in an attempt to make it sound less perverted.

“Oh, which cock is that?”

Kari sighed. “Ok. Bruno’s cock. I want to grovel like Jacquie is doing, suck Bruno off and drink his cum, and . . . “

“And . . . ?”

“Ok, ok . . . I want him to fuck me.”

“Ah, so you’re a real bitch . . . a dog bitch.”

“Yes,” Kari sighed again, but could feel her horniness multiply by tens. “I’m a real bitch. A nasty slut dog bitch. I want Bruno to use me like he would normally breed a bitch.”

“Oh,” her slutself said smugly. “You’d better say it out loud, then.”

“Out loud?” The humiliation of talking about it to Marc and the others—even the thought almost made her cum.

“I didn’t stutter. You’ll have an orgasm that’s out of this world.”

About that time, Kari felt Marc effortlessly lift her up and move her over his rock-hard cock. She realized that her robe had disappeared, and that her hand was wet with his pre-cum, as she had been jacking him off even as she had conversed with her slutself. He lowered her down and his cock felt red-hot against her cunt as she slid down to engulf it.

“What a bitch,” Marc whispered in Kari’s ear as he grabbed her boobs and pulled her nipples. Then he began lifting her up and down, with Kari’s knees on the outside of his legs, facing forward.

“Yeah,” she breathed back, her cunt already beginning to pulse with the anticipation of admitting her perverted desire. “She’s . . . she’s . . . a nasty slut dog bitch . . . just like me,” and her orgasm, as predicted by her slutself, was out of this world. The room spun.

“No, no, no. You can’t pass out now. Jacquie is going to get fucked by a dog, and you don’t want to miss that,” her slutself said. Her eyes came back into focus as if by magic. She could feel Marc’s cock and thighs as he pumped her up and down seemingly without effort, her ass and backs of her legs pounding down on his thighs. It seemed that she was still cumming, or if not that, then she was having many orgasms one after another.

“Ok, can you keep me from passing out?”

“Sure.”

“You’ll have to. I can’t do it. And, yes, I admit it. You’d make me say it anyway. I want to see Bruno fuck Jacquie.”

“Works for me.”

Kari felt like she was floating in a time warp that had slowed everything down, she looked over and saw Stacy and Bunny tangled up in each other’s arms, finger fucking each other ferociously, their eyes glued on the scene of Jacquie’s depravation. Stacy’s hand was almost all the way inside Bunny’s pussy, and in fact, while Kari watched, her whole hand slipped inside, as Bunny’s eyes sort of rolled back into her head, shuddering as she came. The camera was on the end table, probably still recording but unattended.

Jacquie had pivoted around, so she was underneath Bruno, looking up at his face, her legs and pussy wide open to receive him. Bruno had no hesitation in beginning that humping motion which would begin their coupling, but he missed her open cunt several times. She reached down and guided him in, and he slammed inside her to the hilt, continuing his primal urges with a great deal of enthusiasm. Jacquie moaned and Bruno’s tongue dripped onto her face and into her open mouth, making Kari’s thigh muscles spasm with the nastiness of it all.

It was as though time slowed down yet another notch, and Kari felt like everything vibrated with lust, perverted and depraved, slutty and whorish, the ultimate of her travels into the realm of the kind of sexuality which had been kept from her during her younger years—and yet had always been there in her deepest fantasies. Marc’s cock was sliding in and out of her slimy cunt, her boobs bouncing with every lift and drop of Marc’s hands, her nipples on fire, her body soaked with sweat and the juices of arousal.

And then, Bruno howled and quivered, his cock deep inside Jacquie, clearly shooting his cum into her womb to her delighted cry—and Kari’s cunt and thighs squeezed hard as she came sympathetically, feeling Marc’s cum blast her insides—and she was also vaguely aware of orgasmic squeals from both Stacy and Bunny. The utter depravity of the scene drove her orgasm on and on and on.

When Kari’s eyes came back in focus, she saw Jacquie laying on the floor with Bruno’s cock still inside her, while he lay behind her somewhat awkwardly. She remembered reading somewhere that a dog’s cock swells up into a “knot,” which holds him inside the bitch in order to increase the chance of successful mating. She almost giggled, thinking of Jacquie as Bruno’s bitch. From what she had said, it wouldn’t be much of a change from her marriage to Alistair. Or, it may even be a step up, since, after all, Jacquie was apparently receiving sexual fulfillment like she had never experienced before. A twinge of jealousy raced through Kari’s body, adding even more so to her humiliation.

As her awareness returned about her own body, she noticed both that Marc’s cock had begin to relax and that her cunt was full of his cum, to the point of dripping down her labia and onto his thighs and the couch. Marc seemed to be ahead of her in terms of recovering his breath.

“So, my little librarian slut—I’ve just got to ask—do you want to fuck the dog, too?”

Kari blushed bright red.

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