Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 27

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: cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les D/s, bestiality, inc

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 27

(cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les D/s, bestiality, inc)

By SM

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From Part 27 (A New Plan):

“Kari,” Wendy said, looking at her quite directly. “I think I’m past worrying about what other people think. I’ve got several billion dollars to manage and all the thousands of people involved in that. I do my best to be an ethical person, that is, I try to do what is right as much as I can in every situation that I am faced with, just as much as they do, if they are trying like that, too. If they don’t like what I choose, what are they going to do? Tell me I’m a sinner?”

She raised both of her hands, palm up. “Oh, well!” she exclaimed in exasperation.

Joe laughed. When they looked at him, he said in explanation, “that conversation was just very similar to a topic earlier Kari and I had discussed earlier, and as I recall, she wacked me when I said that we’d just continue living in sin—although, I don’t think I’m very bruised from it, all the same.”

Both Josie and Wendy chuckled under their breath.

“Well, I mean . . .” Kari said, “uhmm . . . I wouldn’t lose my job here with you, or make it hard for Joe, since I’ve started living here? It’s really important for me to know that what I’m doing isn’t going to cause huge damage to others.”

“Kari . . . you’ve brought a wonderful and sexual freedom to us. We’d tried to find it before, but it didn’t come unleashed until you come into our lives. And, you help people . . . I know that it’s sometimes in unusual ways, but the point is that you’re obviously in it . . . in life . . . to help others, too—all the while trying to get your needs and wants fulfilled as you go, as best you can. But, one thing we’ve noticed. If there is a choice to help someone, you ALWAYS do it, if you can, and to the best level you can offer. You always help people.

“That’s the kind of person I want on my staff and in my family. So, baby, you can do whatever you want, just don’t be intentionally cruel to anyone, or break the law in some ultimate way. I would pay for an attorney to defend you for running naked in the street or for cheating on your taxes, or for fucking the local pastor—or pastor’s wife—but I wouldn’t pay to defend you if you murdered somebody or molested a child, or worst of all—destroyed someone’s, anyone’s, hope for their life. Otherwise, you’re part of us, our family, and that’s a forever promise—you’ll always be one of us. Keep on living your most worthy ideal of not making huge damage and, instead, doing your best to help others. If you’re who you think you are, then that’s what you would have done anyway. So, all I ask is that you be you—the ‘you’ I just described. We’ll have to do the same on our end, too, but my offer is that if you continue to be that person I just described who I know is the real you, you’ll always be one of mine, one of us. Is that a deal?” and she offered Kari her right hand.

Kari’s eyes grew soft, her tears brimming on her lower eyelids. She reached out with her right hand to shake Wendy’s, and said, “Yes, Ma’am! That’s a deal! In fact, it’ probably the best deal I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“So, just to be sure, now that you all know that you’re part of the family, so to speak . . . is it a go—as in, shall I offer them the contract and sign it to create ‘THE [NEW] LIBRARY’?” Josie asked.

Kari’s eyes were still brimming with tears, and one of two teardrops escaped when she nodded her ‘yes’. Joe just looked up toward heaven with his hands in the clasp of prayer, and his lips formed the words, “Thank you, Lord.” Without any further spoken words, he nodded toward Wendy and Josie.

“I’d call that a definite ‘yes’, Madam Chairman,” Josie said, looking at Wendy with tears in her eyes, as well.

“We haven’t heard from you in a long while, although we’ve heard about you from time to time. How are you?” Fred’s voice said from Kari’s cell phone.

“I’m good. Uhmm . . . have you got a minute?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Well . . . I’ve decided I want to live out some of my sexual fantasies which I’ve kept hidden for so long, and I thought maybe you could help me arrange some of them.”

Fred chuckled. “Well, that’s something you don’t hear every day—especially as a request. You’ve certainly got my attention. My guess is, I’ll be glad to help. What have you got in mind?”

Kari described the two scenes she’d talked with the others about.

“That first one is pretty kinky. I’d like to see that. Ok, so you want me to gather up a bunch of horny guys with their wives or girlfriends to fuck them and cum into condoms, which you’re going to use?”

“Yes. Please. And, I was hoping we might can do it at your place . . . you know, the room with all the cameras. So, I’d have a video of it.”

“Ah, yes . . . we’d probably need to get some food and drinks gathered up, too. We’ve probably got enough bar stock hard liquor for most of it, but could probably use some help with the mixers, soda’s and so on.”

“We can take care of that . . . Joe, Lisa, Stacy and Bunny can get them prepared and brought over—and serve them, as people need them. Can someone send over a list of what you need? And, if we need to bring some hard liquor as well as the mixers, I’m sure we can arrange that, too.”

“Ok . . . so, when do you want to plan this for? If you want to wait until my grandson comes by with his gang in a week or two, it would be easy to get enough people—both the guys and their girlfriends. I’ll have to find a slut for me to fuck, and I’m sure Bob and Desirae will want to join in, too.”

“Let me check with someone, and I might have a slut for you for the event. When will your grandson be coming?”

“That would be great. His gang is expected a week from this coming Saturday, although they’ll actually be coming in late Friday.”

Kari’s pussy was dripping and pulsing with excitement. She was actually going to get her dreams! “That sounds perfect. How many are in his gang now?”

“Well, after the fun time the last time they visited, they’ve expanded . . . for one thing the website really skyrocketed after they started selling the video of your last gangbang. I think the main group with him who would be willing to come here is . . . about 10 guys and 10 gals or so . . .? I’m not sure, but I can find out. Last time, it was only 2 gals and 5 guys, so apparently the female sluts have come out of the woodwork to even things up. And your fantasy with the condoms is pretty kinky, so it’s likely to be very popular with that crowd.”

“That’s fine, but please make it clear that I don’t want to have anything to do with illegal drugs or sexually transmitted diseases.”

“Works for us. We will repeat that requirement, when I talk with them, but it’s always been that way with any of us, just so you know.”

“Thanks. Uhmm . . . how soon will you know for sure about the details?”

“Probably within a few hours. I’ll send my grandson a text, and I’m sure he’ll respond as soon as he can.”

“Thanks.”

Then she called Brenda. “Hello there! How are you, Kari?”

“I’m doing very well, thank you for asking. How are you doing?”

“Well . . . It’s been rather boring around here . . . you left from the library, so I don’t even have anybody to lust about . . . I almost wish that those three guys were still around, so I could wander around and get raped. Not really, you know . . . but, sometimes I think about it.”

“Well . . . I was going to invite you to be a . . . uhmm . . . partner for a sexual event.”

“Really? What kind of event?”

“Well, I’ve decided to try to live out some of my fantasies that I’ve kept hidden for a long time, so . . . uhmm . . . I finally took the jump and asked for them. This first one is rather kinky . . . and I was thinking you wouldn’t mind being the slutty-sex-partner to a friend of mine, although he’s rather old. But, he has a large dick and likes to be kinky.”

“I don’t care if he’s 105 years old, if he can get it up, I’ll fuck him.”

“He’s not nearly that old . . . maybe 60 . . . and yeah, he can get it up. He’s fucked me several times.”

“I’m on for it, then! I’ve been so horny, I even fucked my bedpost the other afternoon. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as a real person, you know.”

“Yeah . . . well, I haven’t fucked my bedpost yet, but I’ve been blessed with many sex partners lately. So, I was thinking that you’d like it, and I’m glad to hear you’re up for it. Can I send him your picture?”

“Sure, but can I also see his?”

“I’ll ask . . . I should have gotten that straight with him beforehand, sorry about that.”

“No problem . . . I’ll send my pics to your email, so you can talk with him, ok?”

“Yeah, that’s great. I’ll get back to you as soon as I hear one way or the other from him.”

“She’s got huge boobs. And I like the pic of them tied up with wire. She must be a painslut, too. You said she’s a friend of yours who doesn’t have sex very often?”

“Yeah . . . like, I think the last time she had sex was with me, and that was a couple of months ago. She says she’s almost climbing the walls from being so horny.”

“She doesn’t mind fucking an old guy?”

“I don’t know how old you are, but I told her you were about 60 or so.”

“Good guess . . . I’m 61 . . . otherwise known as the horny old goat.”

“She was fine with that. I’ll tell her about the horny old goat part, but I’ll bet she’ll be fine with that, too. I’ll send her your pictures, as well.”

“And, if she isn’t getting any from week to week, I might be able to fill in for that, too.”

“From what she said, that’s pretty much the size of it. You’ll just have to ask her.”

“Works for me. I’m still waiting for a reply from my grandson, but I’m sure I’ll get one soon. It’s final exam week, so he’s probably taking an exam or studying for one, and has his phone off.”

“That’s fine. I’ll look forward to hearing from you in a bit.”

“Yup.”

“I don’t think I’ll wait until weekend after next, though. He said he’d be glad to meet and have some fun tomorrow evening, so we’re going out to dinner . . . he said, if all goes well, I can go home with him and he’ll play with my boobs.”

“That’s all?”

“Oh, I’m sure if it goes that well, it’ll be more than just playing with my boobs. After all, I’m willing to fuck on the first date. Hell, I’m willing to fuck him even after he’s dumped me for someone else. Twice a day, even.”

“Heheh . . . well, I just hope that my efforts to get the two of you together comes out in a good way.”

“Oh, I can’t thank you enough. I’ve finger-fucked myself almost constantly since he emailed and called me on the phone. I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow evening.”

“Well, be careful, and if you need anything, let us know, ok? I do think he’s really a pretty good guy. I wouldn’t have helped you connect if I thought he would be bad to you.”

“Yeah . . . after all, The Butler Lady is one of my friends . . . I told him that, and he said he knew her, too.”

“Yeah, that’s true. She was with me one time at their place when . . . uhmm . . . they called it a “Poke Her” game . . . oh, damn. Well, it’s a long story, and I need to get some stuff done. Why don’t you ask him to tell you about it when you have dinner? He was there, after all.”

“Sounds great. I’ll talk with you after . . . probably the morning after tomorrow, ok?”

“I’ll be waiting for your call, and I’ll be praying that it goes well for you and him.”

“Oh, yeah, Kari. Oh, yeah!” Brenda said breathily in Kari’s ear. “Oh my gawd, I can’t thank you enough.”

“That’s great! . . . uhmm . . . what happened?”

“He took me out for dinner at a very nice Italian restaurant . . . a rather expensive one . . . very courteous and gentlemanly. I’d go out with him any day or night, any time. I had the lasagna and he had the parmesan eggplant soufflé . . . he let me have a bite of his, and it was mouth watering. I’m going to get that next time. But, my lasagna was just as good, really. I just ordered it because it was something I knew from before, you know, not knowing about the rest of the menu.”

“Wow . . . I’ll have to ask Joe about that. I’m sure he knows how to make it.”

“So, anyway, he hand his hand on my thigh for the first couple of glasses of wine before we ate. He told the waitress to take her time, saying he’d be sure to add something a little extra to her tip if she gave us awhile and kept our wineglasses full. She seemed to know him, and in fact, she called him by his first name, so I gathered he’d been there before.

“But, anyway, after a couple of glasses of wine, he discovered with his wandering hands that I was wearing a pair of g-string panties, so he looked at me commandingly and told me to take them off and give them to him. Of course, I did what he told me to do, and he took them and put them up to his nose to smell my scent.”

“Oh?”

“Of course, my cunt was so wet I was dripping on my short skirt. I wore the shortest skirt I could find. But, anyway, then he told me to put them into my cunt.”

“Yeah, that’s not a surprise. He did that with me the first time I met him.”

“Really? Yeah, he’s pretty sexy for a ‘horny old goat’, as he said he told you.”

“Heheh . . . yeah, I meant to mention that to you, but I must have forgotten.”

“Well, no worries. Anyway, then he told me to masturbate and cum to soak them with my cunt juices.”

“Heheh . . . yeah, he did that with me, too.”

“He seems to be fairly predictable, then, which is good. I really enjoyed his taking command like that.”

“So, what happened next?”

“Well, I was so horny, it only took a minute for me to cum. He told me to take my g-string panties out then, and put them in my mouth. About that time, the waitress came by to refill our drinks, and he raised his hand and asked her to wait just a few moments, and then told me to go ahead. I was a bit nervous about doing that in front of her, but I dug my panties out and put them in my mouth, as he’d commanded.”

“Really? What then?”

“She looked at me and said I must be his latest fucktoy and asked me how good my cunt juices tasted on my panties in my mouth. I know my face must have been beet-red knowing that she knew what he and I had done.”

“He’s probably done it with her . . . how else would she know?”

“Well, afterwards I asked him that . . . I mean this morning, you know, a long time afterwards. He said that she’s a Domme and likes seeing female slaves be humiliated, and they’ve know each other for many years, so they’ve worked out this way to use fucktoys like me. So, they apparently work together.”

“Wow. So, what happened next?”

“Well, the next time she brought our wine, she handed me one of the wineglasses and told me to make sure the rim was covered with my cunt juices. I tried to rub it on my cunt, but when I brought it up over the table again, she sniffed it and looked at him, and sighed.

“<ahem> fucktoy,” he said to me. “If you can’t do better than that, I’m sure we can bend you over the table and do it ourselves. Or, I can ask all the kitchen help to fuck you. Either that, or you’ll have to do as our lovely waitress has asked. This time, open up your cunt and show everybody that you’re really covering the rims of those wineglasses with your cuntjuices!“

Kari’s cunt had been pulsing and since it was early morning when Brenda had called, she had forgotten that Stacy had come and climbed into bed with her after Joe had left for work. Apparently, Stacy either had heard part of the noise from her cell phone, or she just became aware that Kari was getting very aroused. In either case, Kari felt Stacy’s face plastered against her panties, although it wasn’t long before they had been pulled aside and Stacy’s tongue was teasing the innermost part of her pussy.

“So, anyway, as he had commanded, I turned toward her and opened my legs and showed her that I was really rubbing the rims of the glasses against my cunt. I was so hot at that time, I would have cum like a firecracker. But, after I handed them back to her, she gestured and said lightly that ‘it will have to do for now.’ And, then she poured us another glass of wine in those glasses. Then she bent over and kissed him, obviously with her tongue and he reached up under her short skirt and fondled her panties or pussy or whatever he could touch.”

“So, obviously, she’s been having sex with him?”

“It seems so. He went on as though nothing untoward had happened, though. So, I did, too.”

“Ok . . . and then?”

“We had dinner, and had a wonderful time talking about things . . . you know, memories—mostly his, because I’ve had an extremely boring life, you know. He told me all about the ‘Poke Her’ game. I listened to him and ate and sipped the wonderful wine. He played with my legs and my cunt lips almost the whole time. Whenever our waitress appeared, she almost seemed jealous and would always grab one of my boobs and pull me out of the way so she could kiss him. And, while she was kissing him, she would use her long nails on my nipples . . . I have some very nice cuts from them around my nipples now.”

“Wow . . . go on,” Kari said, after a rather long orgasm upon hearing of how the waitress had abused Brenda’s huge tits, during which she covered the mouthpiece.

“Well . . . we finally finished dinner, and He sort of hinted that if I was finished with him, I could fuck the kitchen staff and go home, but I told him truthfully that I was having a wonderful time with him, so he waved to our waitress and asked her to call a cab.”

“It’s too bad you have to work for 5 more hours, baby,” he told her.

“Yeah, well, you know how it is. I take it you’re going to take this slut home and fuck her?” she said.

“Of course, what else would anyone do with a slut like her?” he asked.

“Yeah, you’re right. She does have very nice boobs, though,” she commented.

“Well, ok, then next time, you can give me a hand when I fuck her senseless.”

“I will. Cum on her hair and boobs for me, won’t you, lover?”

“Sure. I’ll send you pictures tonight,” he said.

“Ok, then, go on and use her and abuse her. She’s a fucking cunt and a cow to milk, so fuck her and milk her, as you wish, Sir,” she said.

“So, he took me home and fucked me like the fucking cunt I am. Simple as that.”

“Oh my gawd, you’re as slutty as I am,” Kari said to Brenda on the phone, trying to catch her breath from cumming after listening to her story. “So, he’s one of her lovers?”

“Apparently so, yes.”

“So, you’re just side entertainment?”

“Yeah, right where I want to be . . . I’m not up to the marriage thing, so yeah, I’m His fucktoy . . . maybe hers too, but I haven’t met her yet outside of the restaurant.”

“Did you get a copy of the pictures?”

“You mean of Him cumming on my hair and boobs?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, sure . . . sending them to your email.”

“Not here yet . . . ah . . . here they are . . . wow!”

“So, you went home with him and did everything he wanted, I take it?”

“Yeah. He must have fucked me about 5 times, and I sucked on his cock beneath his desk while he was checking his email. I don’t know how many times I swallowed his cum . . . But, that’s not enough . . . not yet, for me, anyway.”

“Wow.”

“He said he was going to fuck me into a condom on the day of your event. And then you were going to either suck his cum out of the condom or pour it on your hair.”

“Uhmm . . . something like that.”

“Oh, baby, I’m totally in for that . . . when do we start?”

“Yeah, my grandson has been taking exams, so I just now heard from him. They are all up for it, and the plan is like we’d thought . . . Saturday week . . . that is, not this Saturday, but the next one. They’ll probably come in on Friday night,” Fred said.

“Uhmm . . . just curious, but is EverReady still with them?”

“Heheh . . . yeah, he was actually one of the founding members of the website and even though now he’s in law school at that same University, he is still very close friends with my grandson . . . who is also now in grad school, by the way—but in another field of study. In any case, he’ll be here this coming weekend for the fun.”

“That’s good.” Kari had previously enjoyed many daydreams about living with a guy like EverReady, and being fucked almost all the time. Then, it occurred to her that in her present situation, she could get fucked pretty much all the time, anyway.

“Ok, then. Uhmm . . . so, uhmm . . . what else do we need to set up?”

“If you guys are going to do the food and drinks, then I think we’re all set up,” Fred replied. “And, by the way, thank you for setting things up with Brenda . . . she’s a great slut, and I’m sure we’ll enjoy many hours—maybe even years—together.”

“Uhmm,” Kari blushed even though no one could see her, “you’re welcome, and I do hope you have many wonderful hours and maybe even years together, Sir.”

But, before that event took place, everyone gathered at Wendy’s mansion to enjoy the television debut of both THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO and, of course, of The Famous Butler Lady as their first television M/C—

Several chefs were using woks to make numerous gourmet Chinese dishes in the ‘living room’ of the mansion, and there was egg-drop soup and hot and sour soup for in soup bins for easy access. Wontons, egg rolls, pork dumplings, crab Rangoon, pot stickers, Kowloon’s chicken wings, Chinese style stuffed mushrooms . . . almost nothing was left out for the appetizers, let alone the main dishes.

The booze was flowing pretty well, too, as everyone settled before the hug LED TV screen in Wendy’s inner sanctum for the show. Just before the anticipated time, there was a rush to fill up their plates and glasses of whatever their preference of drink was. Joe was able to sit with Kari, Stacy, Bunny and Jacquie as they munched their hors d'oeuvres and watched.

“And now, please welcome The Famous Butler Lady, Lisa Mancini and THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO!”

Even the crowd in Wendy’s mansion clapped and cheered. The lights went down except for the spotlight on Lisa—in full Butler Lady regalia, of course—as she walked out on the stage to a tremendous applause from the live audience in Las Vegas. She smiled, raised her right hand high, and waved, although she had to wait for quite a long while for the applause to die down. “Thank you! . . . Thank you! First of all, I want to offer our thank you to Las Vegas both from myself and from every member of THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO. You’ve made us feel very welcome, and we’ve truly enjoyed your hospitality since we arrived here. <there was another applause, and Lisa pointed out in rather dramatic gestures to the different parts of the crowd in that auditorium, upper decks high and low, right and left, each with a kiss > THAT round of applause is for YOU! We THANK YOU very much, indeed, LAS VEGAS!”

The crowd roared, loving it. Kari noticed that Lisa was speaking with a lot more confidence in front of a large crowd than ever before, and her suspicion was that Marc’s support and love in her life had made a great improvement--she was really going all out.

“In the world of entertainment,” Lisa continued when it became quiet enough for her to do so, “it is sometimes difficult to find a group of people who are truly unique and original. The performance you’re about to see is one of that category.

“THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO originated with a group of young men and women from a low income area in our city who wanted to create a healthy life and hope for the future in the middle of the turmoil of gang wars and drug battles. So, they began to dance . . . and after a great deal of hard work and creativity, they found a way to show the world that there still are healthy ways to succeed.

“You might be interested to know that all of the music and choreography was written by the group themselves, none of whom are older than age 20.”

The sound of a heart beat began to pulse throughout the room, growing gradually louder. Marc suddenly appeared dressed all in black with long sleeves, his ponytail neatly tied with a silver clasp behind, his huge muscles obvious under this tight shirt, and his hand held high carrying a glowing sphere about 6 inches in diameter aflame like a sun. Lisa smiled at him and took deep breath.

“So, without further ado, please welcome . . . ambassadors of hope . . . THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO!” At that moment, Marc tossed the flaming sun up in the air above her. She kicked it about 2 feet above her head, and there was a loud bang and a cloud of smoke, followed by a whooshing sound as it turned into a comet shooting up to the very top of the domed dance floor high overhead. When it hit the center, fire raced down the ribs of the dome until it reached bouquets of yellow roses strategically placed around the edge—which in turn began to glow, illuminating the dance floor. Marc and Lisa had been magically whisked away, and THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO dove in from above (literally) to begin their show.

The crowd, who had been watching the comet light up the ‘sky’ in stunned silence, went wild.

Their show was as incredible as Kari had ever seen, even for THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO. Clearly they were showing the very best of their talents. For the next 30 minutes, everyone was held spellbound by the dance troupe giving it their all. They managed, in that few minutes to give examples of many of the dances from around the world, from acrobatic break-dancing of the streets in the larger cities of the USA to the stately promenade of European royalty, the intricate dances of the geisha’s in Japan and the wonderful harmony of African tribes, unbelievably flowing smoothly from one to the other. The huge LED screens on the walls on each side of the dance floor showed other views of their rhythmic movements, and at the end, when the troupe came to their stunningly abrupt stop together in the middle of the dance floor, the comet appeared again along with the sound of the beating heart. This time, it come down from the center of the dome and exploded in a flash of light and smoke in their midst. When everyone’s eyes were able to see the dance floor again, they had all disappeared—and in their place stood Marc and Lisa holding the glowing sphere together. They bowed gracefully and walked out of the spotlight. All that remained was the sound of the beating heart gradually fading away.

The applause was more than deafening, both in the large auditorium in Las Vegas and in Wendy’s living room. Someone began to chant, somewhat in the same rhythm as the sound of the beating heart, starting the crowd to chant . . . “THE BEAT! . . . THE BEAT! . . . THE BEAT! . . . THE BEAT! . . . THE BEAT! . . . THE BEAT! . . . “ until the members of THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO, as well as The World Famous Butler Lady with Marc as her escort, . . . returned to the stage in a chorus line to take their bows. If the show been prepared for it, the encores might have lasted longer than the original show, had their admirers won their way.

When it was over, the living room in Wendy’s mansion buzzed with excited conversation about the show, and people went and got more to eat and drink, clearly in no hurry to leave. At the top of the conversation were the delighted comments about Lisa’s introduction and questions about how they had staged the comet effects in the show.

“Wow! . . . and to think they are our friends!” Stacy exclaimed. Kari blushed, thinking back to how they had first met, and the nighttime orgies that had followed. Bunny commented she’d never seen anyone leap down from such a high level in perfect sync with each other to land smoothly on the dance floor, and that the many levels of complexity throughout their dance were mind-boggling.

“Boy, that’s the truth,” Stacy agreed. “I wonder how they pulled off the comet scene. And Lisa seemed a lot more confident this time. It makes me feel proud to know them.”

“And, wow does she look hot in that outfit on stage!” Bunny added. “Makes me jealous of Marc.”

“It’s great how those two have hit it off. Both Lisa and I had pretty much given up years ago having any real partners—until all of you folks came along.” Joe said. “Now we’re both attached, and have all of you as friends on top of it all.” Kari just hugged his arm and smiled at him.

“At the moment, I’m glad not to be married . . . but, I sure enjoy being with all of you,” Jacquie said. “Thank you for allowing me into your lives.”

“Well, we need each other, that’s for sure,” Kari said. “God knows, we couldn’t have found any other group who is more different from each other than we are—but at the same time, who can be as honest with each other was we are.”

Lisa and Marc arrived back from Vegas, and Josie had cleared everyone in the mansion from their normal duties to welcome their return. None of the employees were required to be there, but since everyone in the mansion had known Lisa and she had been such a wonderful person to all of them, they were almost all there.

Lisa’s limo from the airport had already been paid for in advance by Josie and Wendy, so they even knew when she was about to arrive, given that they had arranged for the limo company to alert them. After all, Wendy and Josie’s account with them was right up there with the governor’s. Maybe even a few notches higher, but they wouldn’t have told the governor that directly . . . not in public, anyway.

So, The Famous Butler Lady and her escort, Marc, disembarked amid a shower of rose petals and cheers from the friends at the mansion. Marc was the first one to appear, jumping out with his pony-tail flying up, and then looked like he took a martial arts defensive stance, but then he just smiled and winked at everyone with his finger pointed at them, like “Gotcha’!”

The welcoming committee, as it were, laughed and cheered all the more. One of them commented that “since HE is 6-foot-10 or so, looks like a military tank and is a Black Belt in Karate—and SHE is a Black Belt too—why would anyone even think of trying to attack Lisa?”

“They had better have a BIG gun and be a long ways away,” someone said in reply, and the others laughed in agreement.

Lisa took his arm and Kari thought that there was only one word for the way she walked out from the limo: she “strutted.” And then, after she had been greeted warmly with kisses and hugs by Wendy and Josie, she even danced a little jig—on her 5-inch stiletto heels, mind you--and then tossed a bouquet of flowers up in the air which she had brought out from the limo, apparently from Vegas . . . and then . . . she kicked it. She kicked it when it was about 2 feet above her head, like she had kicked the glowing sphere in Las Vegas. And then she landed squarely on her remaining 5-inch-stiletto-heeled foot, and kicked the bouquet again with her other foot before the pieces of the bouquet had even reached the level of her head coming down.

“AHHHHHoooooooohhhh . . . WOW!!!” Then rose again their roar of applause. They all scrambled to pick up the pieces of the bouquet to keep as mementoes. Then, they all began to chant, “WE! LOVE YOU, BUTLER LADY!”, and Lisa blew kisses to everyone and went among them to hug and kiss them all, as many as she could. “I was sooo happy to know that all of you were back here praying for me and pulling for me. But, really . . . how could I have messed up? THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO blew them all away and won everyone’s hearts . . . both in person behind the scenes and on the stage.

“Somehow, they’ve even learned how to act and eat dinner in a high etiquette setting, you know. I was so, so proud of them!” she told them all. Kari blushed, remembering them checking out all those books about etiquette and copies at the library.

“But, weren’t they incredible on the show?” The roar of applause was confirmation enough.

“Did they ask you to come back?”

“Well . . . “ Lisa blushed. “Yeah, but I’m thinking maybe only once a year is about all I can do,” she replied, smiling.

“Awwwwwwww . . . “ the crowd moaned.

“But, you were a knock-out in your introduction, Butler Lady,” a voice called out from the back. “We were so proud of you,” Stacy added loudly, with tears in her eyes.

Lisa turned and asked smiling, “who said that, may I ask?”

Nobody pointed, but everyone moved out of the way to give Lisa a direct pathway to Stacy.

She went to her and just hugged her, and both of them cried.

“This girl is a real jewel,” Lisa told Kari, as they were sipping wine in the living room of Wendy’s mansion at the celebration party later. She was sitting in one of the arm-chairs still hugging Stacy, who was on her knees hugging Lisa’s waist. Lisa and Stacy had been talking almost non-stop since Lisa arrived. Stacy acted like Lisa was the source of life, and Kari had a sort of déjà vu experience, remembering when Stacy had clung to her in a similar way. She struggled for a bit with a pang of jealously, but then softly sighed, realizing that she had been wanting Stacy to find other partners so she could feel less like she’d abandoned her. She had chosen to be with Joe, after all, and it wasn’t fair to have him, and then refuse Stacy her own intimacy with others.

“She’s just like me,” Lisa concluded.

“Like you?” Stacy looked up at her in astonishment. “Uhmm . . . you’re the Butler Lady and I couldn’t even dream of kicking anything above my head or anything. . . and I’ve seen you do it over and over . . . I’m not even sure I could wear the butler outfit, or drive a car for . . . the chauffeuse part, I mean. I haven’t been able to do anything but just wobble when I wear 3-inch narrow heels,” she said, “let alone, sprint across a hundred yards of wet lawn and kick the shit out of 3 grown men and rescue a girl.”

“It wasn’t a hundred yards . . . but, I get the point. I wasn’t talking about that part,” Lisa replied. “I was talking about how you didn’t feel like anyone really wanted you, and so you try double hard to do whatever you think people want so they’ll like you.”

“Triple hard,” Stacy said, glumly. Kari’s conscience kicked her again.

“And, the other part is, of course,” Lisa continued as she stroked Stacy’s face and moved her hair out from her eyes—almost as though she was ignoring what Stacy said, but anyone observing could see that she really wasn’t—“that no one came to rescue you when they were raping you.”

In reply, Stacy just burrowed into Lisa’s hug like she never wanted to come out again.

“I can’t change what happened in the past, Stacy, but all I can say is that I had been there, then, I would have given it my all to rescue you.”

“But, Stacy . . . the thing is, guys have their own struggles, too, so just like us girls . . . us women . . . they cheat and do really bad things to try to get what they need. I don’t know if that makes sense to you . . . and I certainly don’t know if it’s either right or wrong, but life is what it is, so we’ll just have to learn how to makes things work better somehow.”

“Not here in San Antonio. Not in America. Not anywhere. Not ever again,” Stacy’s muffled voice from Lisa’s midriff.

“That is my prayer, yes, with all my heart. And, I’m so very happy that what I said came out so well to the public . . . to everyone. It helps me a lot to know that I didn’t become a symbol of violence.”

“So, how do I make sense of what happened to me?” Stacy looked up at her with an inquiring expression.

“I’m not sure it’s really about making sense . . . that sounds like it’s more about finding a way to accept who we really are, as compared to who we’d like to be.”

“But . . . you’re really The Famous Butler Lady . . . “

“Okaaayyy,” Lisa agreed. “Like, I set out one day to be the Famous Butler Lady? Are you kidding? I never even imagined that the Famous Butler Lady would ever exist for my whole life, right up until the moment when I was suddenly The Famous Butler Lady. And besides, I’m also a kinky painslut who enjoys being used, too. I know a guy, a very good friend, who can actually read Biblical Greek and he told me that there is a phrase in Greek that means “may it NEVER BE” . . . but, he said, on the other hand, there are also words which mean ’I really am’.”

“Uhmm . . . so which of those are we?”

“Well, as I remember, he said that showed us something: That sometimes, we live, like: “Oh, God, I’m not even here,” and other times we live like “Hello, everyone. I’m here, you’re here, everybody’s here, so what do we need to make things really be alive? And, how can I be more alive . . . and in that sense, how can I make things better? You may be the future version of what The Butler Lady means, you know.”

“Me?” Stacy asked. “Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not kidding. I started out just like you, after all . . . or, at least in a similar way. I didn’t have the ‘usual’ family life, but there are people who care enough to help, especially if they know you are trying to make things better instead of worse. Someone once said that there are really only two kinds of people—those who try to make the world a better place and those who don’t. I just want to be part of the group of those who want to make the world a better place.”

“Me, too.”

“That’s what I mean. If you live like that, you’re just like the . . . uhmm . . . Famous Butler Lady!”

“But, what if I’m a kinky slut and all that?” Stacy asked.

“Well, it may not be public knowledge, but so am I,” Lisa replied.

“Oh. I hadn’t put that together until now.”

“Speaking of kinky . . . the uhmm . . . ‘cum festival’ is this Saturday?” Lisa asked Kari.

“Heheh . . . ‘cum festival’ . . . I like that . . . I hadn’t been able to come up with a name for it, but that fits . . . and yes, it’s this Saturday.”

The day of the ‘cum festival’ arrived, and Kari dressed up in the most professional suit that she owned, one which she was almost exactly like the one she had worn for the interview which had gotten her the library job, very prim and proper, her brunette hair framing her face in curved locks reaching down to her jaw. It was pretty close, maybe even exactly, what she’d looked like when she had gotten the job in the first place.

She told Fred and Joe what she had planned, and they had grinned and flickered their eyebrows up and down. “Pretty kinky, alright,” Fred commented. “Ok, so you want us to keep two trays of filled condoms?”

“Yes, please. And thank you for hosting us.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

They got settled in the camera room with Kari sitting at a small desk on an office chair with a book open in front of her. Had anyone looked closer at the book, they would have seen that it was a book about cataloguing, a basic primer for beginning librarians. She even had a closed drink glass with a straw, which was actually one of the ones she’d used at the public library before her resignation. Here was a real librarian, in every detail.

The gang from college arrived, and came in with a great deal of hustle and bustle, each one greeting Kari warmly—and the ones in the group now who had never met her were introduced. EverReady, one of the black guys, came in with a white girlfriend in tow, sort of medium build with large boobs. She was looking at him frowning.

“But, I don’t like it when you are with other girls.”

“Who the fuck cares what you think, white bitch? . . . Hello, Kari . . . long time, no see!” he said, bending down to kiss Kari on the cheek.

“But, they said you’d have to wear a condom! I want you to fuck a baby in me! I want you to knock me up! I want to marry you!” the white girl continued.

EverReady didn’t waste any motion, slapping her across the face. “You fucking bitch!” Then, he tore her blouse open and slapped her boobs back and forth 5 or six times. She thrust her boobs out so he could reach them easily and it looked to Kari like she had cum from the humiliation and tit-pain. He snapped his fingers at her. “Take off your panties, white bitch!”

“Yes, Master,” she said, in a completely submissive voice. She bent down and pulled up her very short skirt, and pulled down her skimpy panties and held them out to him. He grabbed them from her and grabbed her by the hair and crammed them into her mouth.

“Now, shut up and join in with what we’re doing. I’m not going to marry you, white bitch. You’re just addicted to my big black dick! So, I can fuck you for years, and you’ll crawl to me like the cheap whore you are any time I want some pussy!” She nodded and reached between her legs and Kari could see that she’d cum violently, going down on her knees, her blouse open and her boobs falling out, and her skirt up above her waist, so everyone could see her now-naked hairy pussy, literally dripping with her juices.

“Today, you’ll open your legs and let anyone fuck you, no matter who or when, or suck anyone who wants you to suck them, both men and women . . . in fact, you’ll offer yourself for free sex all through the day, is that clear, white bitch?” He removed the panties in her mouth so she could do so. She nodded and went over to Kari’s desk.

“Uhmm . . . hello, Kari . . . I’m Jessica. I’m EverReady’s fucktoy. Can I suck your pussy or would you like to sit on my face? I’m just a fucking cheap lay.” Her voice was full of lust when she said it, so Kari knew that she was really getting off on the humiliation. It was rather arousing to Kari, too, for that matter.

“Uhmm . . . no thank you . . . not now. I may want you later, though.”

“As you wish,” she said, and went on to the next available person.

The college crowd seemed to be quite familiar with EverReady and Jessica’s behavior . . . none of the guys accepted her offer for a free fuck or blow job, but Kari surmised that they were getting ready for the ‘cum festival’ . . . however, several of the girls made her suck their pussy’s until they came in her mouth. Jessica seemed quite accustomed to all of this, at least judging from the cum dripping down the inside of her legs for pretty much the whole day.

Marc had come with Lisa, and Bob and Desirae were there. Marc was used to being around a bar, so he helped Lisa with the drinks and food serving. Whenever they were caught up with everything, Lisa was on Marc’s lap, snuggled up to his chest.

“Ok, everybody,” Fred said, taking charge of the festivities. “Here’s what we’re going to do—“ and he gave them very clear instructions.

The college girls were apparently not wearing any panties, so it was nothing for them to help their partner to put the condom on and slip it into the nearest wet cunt. And, sometimes, that meant they helped them fuck someone else, so it wasn’t long before the whole room was moving with sexual energy. Kari noticed most of all the smell of wet pussy juices.

It wasn’t surprising that EveryReady donated the first condom, but the others followed pretty quickly.

Kari picked up his full condom, and untwisted the twist-tie which held it from spilling. Then, she upended it, and squeezed out the contents onto her glasses and face, letting it begin to drip down on both her prim and proper grey dress suit with black pin-stripes and the book on the desk in front of her. The next one went onto her hair. Joe stepped in and tore open the front of her blouse, showing the top of her boobs allowing Kari to dump the next one down her cleavage. The following 4 or 5 all went into her hair, making the top of her head look like someone had dumped a can of mushroom soup on it all at once. Of course, it began to drip everywhere, so the top of her professional dress suit was soon dripping with cum.

The next two condoms Kari tipped back and put them in her mouth together, and drank down the contents, much to the cheers of all the onlookers. She stood up and took another one and, pulling out the waistband of her skirt, she emptied it down inside her front, pouring it onto her thighs. Then, she sat down and crossed her legs, and pulsed her thigh muscles, obviously masturbating as well as smearing that cum around her thighs. Next, she stood up again and humped the corner of the desk as she took the next condom and poured it all over her bra and the front of her dress suit.

“I’m getting sooo horny, somebody has to fuck me!,” she said, lustily. Joe just pushed her backwards on the desk, and pulled up her skirt. She was wearing a brightly colored g-strong, which was now smeared with cum. She reached down between her legs and pulled it out of the way, and Joe thrust into her easily all the way with one stroke and began to fuck her rather vigorously. She took another condom and poured it on her neck and the upper part of her boobs, smearing it all around. The next one went on her face and glasses again, although this time she was laying on her back, so it didn’t drip off as quickly.

Joe stiffened and shot a huge load of cum into Kari’s cunt, and she came with him. When she caught her breath, she looked around the room to see people fucking pretty much everywhere she looked. Bob was fucking one of the college coeds, while watching Desirae humping one of the young guys with a huge cock on the floor. Brenda was upside down dangling off the couch while Fred was fucking her, her huge boobs bouncing around her face. Stacy and Bunny were fisting each other at the same time, and Jacquie was watching them while she humped Jessica’s face as EverReady was fucking her. Jacguie had stabbed . . . or someone had . . . some very long needles through her boobs from side to side. Amazingly, there was very little blood, but when she came, she used her own long fingernails to pinch her own nipples and pull them out, her orgasm multiplied by the ecstasy of the pain.

Stacy extricated herself from Bunny and came over to the desk, bending down to lick the cum off of Kari, starting from her lips and face, then moving down to lick and suck her breasts. Bunny soon joined her, on the other side and Jacquie came over to suck on her toes, which was a new sensation for Kari. However, her body apparently liked it, because when she had two sucking on her nipples and one sucking her toes, she started to cum and cum and cum. It was a total surprise to her that she didn’t pass out, although she felt pretty floaty, and it took a long time for her to come down from the high.

They finally took a break, although Stacy and Bunny still would have had a lot of cum to clean up. Kari noticed that they both had buttplugs in their asses, and later she found out they had given them to each other in celebration of this ‘cum festival.’ Jacquie and Jessica had hit it off pretty well, because, Kari supposed, they were so very close to each other in sexual needs for extreme humiliation and pain. Later, Kari saw Jessica riding Jacquie’s face while EverReady was fucking her, so they each in turn got to enjoy the same sexual positioning.

Fred stopped fucking Brenda in the ass long enough to tell everyone that while they were taking their break, there was food and drink in the living room, but they were planning to film “the librarian cumslut” again in 2 hours. Then he returned to fucking Brenda and came inside her ass. Then he turned her around and slapped her huge boobs around until Brenda had her own orgasm.

Kari took advantage of the Rictnor’s guest shower to wash off and shampoo her hair. When she blow dried it, it certainly looked more shiny and bright. Joe looked at her and commented to that effect, and she said smiling, “Well, the cum makes it more shiny.”

“I’ll say,” Joe agreed.

This time, for the second video scene, Kari walked in wearing only heels and a g-string—and when she turned around, everyone could see she also had a butt-plug inserted into her ass. Her prim and proper dress suit was still soaked with cum, and they had hung it on a hanger on the door, so everyone could see it. Kari told everyone that she was going to wear it going home, so everyone would know that she was a real slut.

The first part of this round was the permanent marker. Anyone who could think of anything slutty to write on her was handed a permanent marker and given full access to her body. The college crowd loved that, so they wrote all over her, even on her face. Her forehead read “CumWhore”, and her cheeks read “Fuck Face”, each word on a separate cheek.

EverReady thrust the permanent marker up inside Kari’s pussy and pumped a couple of times, saying that he wished he could write inside her cunt. Jessica, who was kissing his feet at the time, looked up and told him she could write whatever he wanted to inside her cunt, and that she’d stretch herself so he could. He just looked down at her and told her to put her panties into her mouth again and go fuck herself with one of her “white bitch high-fucking-heels”, a command she took quite literally, so she crawled over to the corner of the room and used one of her heels to masturbate for the next hour or so.

Later, when he went over to get her, her eyes were glazed from cumming so many times, obviously in subspace, and when they took the panties out of her mouth, she was saying over and over to herself “I’m your white bitch cunt painslut nasty cumslut fuck whore, Master.” When he touched her to get her attention, she didn’t even notice him, so he slapped her face back and forth several times, and when she looked up and recognized him, she came so hard, she passed out.

Meanwhile, Kari started pouring the cum from the condoms on her bangs, so it wasn’t long before her eyes were covered, and she was licking her lips, drinking it in. After that, since she couldn’t see, the others handed her each condom so she pour them on herself. She poured several into the front of her g-string and rubbed it in from outside the fabric. She coated her tits, and even her feet, which later Jacquie enjoyed when she sucked on her toes again.

After drinking from about 5 condoms, and pouring the cum from about 10 others all over her body, she pulled her g-string to the side and begged everyone to fuck her. Several of the college guys were already spent, but if they could get their dick hard, they used it to do just that. Several of the college girls got down between her legs and licked and sucked her, a couple of them smeared her cunt juices all over their faces trying to suck the cum out of her cunt. One of them even smeared her head against her cunt, saying later that she wanted her hair to be as shiny as Kari’s. Fred gleefully had Brenda put his dick into Kari’s cunt, and after he’d thrust in and out a few times, then he moved around and put it in her mouth. Kari could taste cum on his cock, but she wasn’t sure if it was just because she’d drunk so much cum or because it was really on his dick.

It was, unsurprisingly, EverReady who fucked her last, and amazingly came inside her. “Hope that knocks you up, slut!” he said to her, and kissed her on the lips. Stacy and Bunny moved in at that point and brought her fantasy to a conclusion.

Several hours later, after she had showered again, she came out to the living room and sat on Joe’s lap, still covered in slutty writing. She wore a very, very short mini-dress with no panties or bra and it was so low cut, her nipples and wet bush were both showing most of the time. The writing on her body was still pretty visible, although it wasn’t quite as bright as it had been before her shower. Anyone could still clearly read the words on her forehead and face, though. She was still wearing the butt-plug, as well.

Everyone was sitting around the living room in very skimpy attire—the college girls were mostly only wearing their thong panties, and the guys were wearing casual shorts. Lisa sat on Marc’s lap in between making drinks when they needed to be refilled—in fact, whenever Lisa got up and went to the bar that signaled Bunny and Stacy to get up and make the rounds checking for anyone who wanted a refill. Brenda was looking very content, sitting in her cum-soaked-panties on the floor face-forward in front of Fred, who would occasionally reach down and fondle her boobs. But, the only couple who were really being sexual was EverReady and Jessica, as she was on her knees sucking on his cock, looking like she was still pretty much in subspace—or high from having drunk too much, although Kari hadn’t seen her drink much, so she suspected the former much more strongly than the latter.

“I’m sure my grandson and his crew will have the videos edited pretty quickly . . . what do you think, guys?” Fred commented.

“Probably by tomorrow afternoon or evening, unless we run into any unusual problems.”

“Thank you for hosting us, and thanks to all of the rest of you for helping me fulfill one of my fantasies,” Kari said, her eyes still a bit shiny from the sexual high she’d had all day.

There was a chorus of “thank you, too!” from almost all of them in reply.

“So, what other fantasies do you want to live out in real life,” one of the sluttier college girls asked.

Kari cleared her throat. “<ahem> . . . uhmm . . . I think the next one I’d like to try is being gangbanged by the school football team,” she said, rather hesitantly, although her pussy started dripping again from her admission.

“Ooooooohhhhh,” most of the college girls and Brenda said, and the guys just chuckled with raised eyebrows. Lisa smiled at Kari while in the middle of making a tequila sunrise for someone, almost spilling the grenadine, and Bunny did a little sexy wiggle walking back to the bar to the applause of the guys.

“I’m pretty sure we can accommodate you for that,” Fred said. “I have a close friend who is the assistant football coach for a predominantly black private high school in southeast San Antonio. I think this is there last week of classes, so, how about two weeks from today?”

“Ahhhh,” that slutty girl from college who smeared the cum off of Kari’s cunt onto her hair moaned. “We’ll miss it! I don’t want to miss it!”

“Oh, no, Sheila,” Fred’s grandson, Kyle, replied. “The website made enough money off of the last video to buy airline tickets to fly any of us back here for a video shooting. I’m sure these next two videos will bring in about as much, so we’ll be fine. I’ll need some help with the recording and editing, after all—lugging in all that luggage and equipment and so on.”

“But, I won’t get to be fucked!” Sheila whined.

“We’ll need a fluffer, after all,” Fred observed.

“What’s a fluffer?” Sheila asked.

“It’s a girl who helps the performers to get hard before they start filming . . . like giving them blow jobs and stopping before they cum, or for the women, licking their pussy lips to get them wet and ready,” Kari answered.

Joe just looked at her and chuckled. “How did you know that?”

“Uhmm . . . it’s a long story,” she said, blushing, remembering the whole Jackie incident at The Pony Ride many months ago.

“Well, ok, then . . . I’d like to do that. Will somebody fuck me eventually after I suck on all those guys?”

“I’ll guarantee that,” Fred answered, grinning.

“So, how many of you want to get flown back here for the gangbang?” Kyle asked.

A chorus of ‘I do! I do!” rang through the room. Kyle closed his eyes and waved his hands for quiet. “Uhmm . . . my mistake . . . let me rephrase that. Who does NOT want to be flown back here in two weeks for the football gangbang?”

“Uhmm . . . I have to be at my sister’s wedding, I’m sorry,” one girl said.

“Understandable. Anyone else?”

Silence.

“Gran’pa? I think we’re going to need a lot more food and we’ll have to figure out the sleeping arrangements.”

Fred smiled. “I’m sure we can make it work. After all, we’ll have lots of workers.”

“So, what other fantasies have you had, Kari?” Sheila asked, with her hand inside her skimpy panties, obviously rubbing her pussy.

“Uhmm . . . they’re going to be a bit harder to do in . . . I mean, to live out . . . uhmm . . .“ Kari said, stuttering a bit.

“Oh, well, what are they? Just tell us. I’ll tell you one of mine, if you tell me another one of yours,” Sheila offered. The college group cheered, although the other girls looked a bit expose, apparently wondering if they’d all have to reveal their deepest sexual fantasies.

Kari blushed and swallowed. “Uhmm . . . well, uhmm . . . in my fantasy, I was a senior in high school and I got caught cheating on a test. So, the teacher marched me down to the teacher’s lounge, which was a surprise, because I thought he was taking me to the principal’s office, you know.

“Anyway, I was wearing a below-the-knee-length skirt and a full blouse which even covered my neck, you know. With long sleeves, so uhmm . . . in my fantasy, the teacher pushed me onto the table in the middle of the teacher’s lounge and tore back my sleeve, showing the cheat-sheet I had hidden there. Then, he pulled back my skirt and revealed the other sheets I had hidden which had the answers to the questions on the test.

“So, what do all of you think?” he asked them. There were 4 women teachers and 5 men there in the lounge, apparently sort of having a meeting or a discussion about something.

“This is exactly the sort of thing I was just talking about!” one of the women teachers said. “If they think they can do anything, then we’ll be fighting the sort of thing for the entire year!”

“So, strip the bitch . . . “ one of the men said, who happened to be the assistant principal. “Let’s just see how many cheat sheets she’s hidden all over her fucking body!”

“So, they tear off all my clothes, leaving me lying there naked,” Kari continued. All the college students were looking at her spellbound by her fantasy story.

“And, then . . . uhmm . . . one of the women teachers came around and pushed 2 fingers up inside my pussy, loudly asking if I’d hidden more inside there.

“No, ma’am,” I answered her, although since she was pumping in and out, I had an orgasm right after I had replied.

“She’s one of the school whores, then,” she said with finality. “Only a whore would cum from feeling my fingers inside her . . . her . . . intimate hole.”

“Well, maybe we need to see if she just needs to be fucked? Does she like cock or pussy better?”

“We can only check to find out. I’m betting she’s a cheap whore, one of those who has been hiding in the boys bathroom during class changes and giving free blow jobs—you know, the one whose panties we keep finding in there full of cum, since the guys obviously like jerking off into her panties.”

“Well . . . we’ll just have to see,” the assistant principal said, standing up and unbuckling his pants. His huge cock flopped out and hit my thigh, and then he just thrust inside me and started fucking me. After he pumped me full of cum, the others formed a line, and after the men had each fucked me, the women slapped me around and made me suck them while they sat on my face until they came.”

“Yeah, she’s a fucking slut whore. I’ll bet you’re right that she’s the one who’s been hiding in the guy’s bathroom between classes and giving them free suck jobs.”

“I wasn’t able to detect any difference in her interest between cock or pussy, so she’s got to be bi-sexual as well. Maybe she’s the one who’s been sucking off all the girls in the shower after the volleyball games, too.”

“Oh, gawd . . . what a slut! She’ll get knocked up before Christmas.”

The group cheered and clapped at the conclusion of Kari’s story. Sheila’s eyes had glazed over twice and she clearly came both times during the fantasy, her hand buried deep inside her own cunt. Kari had never seen a girl fist herself, so that was rather interesting and arousing.

Fred stopped clapping and ate a couple shrimp from his plate, then dipped a couple of them into the garlic butter and reached down to feed Brenda. She was very pleased to eat them from his hand.

“Well, Kari, that one might take some doing to live out or even act out, but we’ll talk it over and go from there,” Fred told her.

“Yeah, I knew that one would be harder, but after all, before today, I hadn’t been able to live out any of my hidden fantasies, so it’s anything up from here,” Kari pointed out.

“Except all the stuff which as happened over the past year, or maybe 10 months,” her slutself corrected.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think that was very relevant to the conversation. And, I didn’t want to interrupt their efforts to plan out my other fantasies.”

“Good point. It seems clear that you’re really committed to living them out.”

“Yeah . . . although, I may have to listen to my mother bitch about it next week.”

“Such is the price of fame and fortune.”

“And, sexual fulfillment.”

“That, too, you’re quite right. I knew you’d cum . . . er, come around eventually.”

“Thanks,” Kari said wryly.

“You’re welcome. Glad to help. Anytime, really!”

“As well I know.”

“Oh, com’mon! It’s been fun . . . even funny, sometimes.”

Kari giggled, inside herself of course. “Yeah. I have to admit it has been that. Fun and even funny, sometimes. I’ll just have to learn to forget when I wanted to . . . uhmm . . . kill you.”

“That might have been a bit hard, unless you also killed yourself, you know.”

“Yeah, that’s the only thing which stopped me.”

“I’m happy with that. Although, I think the real reason was that you just had to live out ALL of these fantasies.”

“Yeah, maybe. Ok, I’ll accept that possibility. . . . Wait. Did you say ‘ALL of these fantasies’?”

“I think so . . . why?”

“I was just thinking it might take several years to live out ALL of my sexual fantasies.”

“Job security . . . that’s what it is . . . my job security.”

Kari just laughed at her slutself, almost out loud. “Oh, get out of here. I’m busy.”

“Yes, ma’am, Ma’am. After all, you’re in charge.”

“Yeah, right.”

“So, Sheila, your turn!”

“Yeah, you said you’d share one of yours.”

“Ok, but just to let you know, none of mine are as good as hers are.”

“Oh, just tell us, and we’ll see.”

“Well, I always wanted to go to some other city, since they don’t have any adult theatres here—like New York, or L.A. or Vancouver, or someplace that still has regular theatres that show porn. Then, I’d find a movie that I liked, buy a ticket and go in. After my eyes get used to the dark, I’m going to get down on my hands and knees and sneak down the rows, and offer blow jobs to all the people watching the movie. Or, if there are women in there, I’d offer to suck their pussy.”

“Kinky!” somebody said. “Yeah, that’s pretty slutty, Sheila!”

She blushed. “But, that’s all there is to the story. Like I said, it’s not as good as Kari’s.”

“Well, we can watch some porn tomorrow and you can suck us all off, how ‘bout that.”

“Sure,” Sheila said, still rubbing her pussy underneath her skimpy panties.

“So, back to you, Kari,” Kyle said. “What other fantasies do you have?”

Kari whispered something to Joe, who reached into his pocket and retrieved a manuscript, handing it to her. “Uhmm . . . well . . . uhmm . . . another one of my fantasies is being hired in a clothing store, which had some merchandise which was . . . well, sort of like Victoria Secrets, and the manager there told me that if I wanted the job, that I’d have to suck him off and give him free pussy whenever he wanted it. So, I suck him off and then he assigns me to the lingerie section of the store, and told me to offer myself in any way I can to sell the merchandise. He even gave me some examples of what to say to the people who come in to buy. This one is hard to tell in story form, so I wrote it out. Let me read it to you, if you don’t mind.”

Sheila and Kyle and company assumed listening positions and looked at her. EverReady had just cum in Jessica’s mouth, so after she had swallowed it, he pulled her off of his cock and told her to turn around and listen. Kari cleared her throat and began to read:

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A lady walked in and started looking at the crotchless panties, and asked just how much they would interfere with sex. She was wearing a very short skimpy dress, and looked like she was trolling for sex in any form.

“Sex with a woman or a man, if I may ask?” Kari asked her.

“Either.”

“Well, I can give you a free demonstration of how it feels for a woman to give you oral sex with them on, and you can see for yourself.”

“Did you say free?”

“Yes, Ma’am. That is, the demonstration is free, but once you’ve worn the panties, you cannot exchange them, so you will have to purchase them. That’s a health law, not a store requirement.”

“Ok.”

“The changing rooms are right over here,” Kari said, ushering her to that area of the store. “Let me know when you want me to come in.”

She went inside the changing room, but didn’t bother to close the door, stripping off her skimpy dress. She wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties, so she slipped on the crotchless ones, and sat down on the chair opening her legs wide, showing that she had a shaved pussy. She looked up at Kari. “I’m ready.”

Kari stepped into the changing room and got down on her knees in front of the woman. Her tongue reached out and she began to lick the woman’s pussy lips. The woman reached out and pulled her against her hole, saying “Show me how deep you can reach inside me with your tongue.”

She thrust her tongue as far in as she could, and the woman moaned, pulling Kari’s face even tighter into her cunt. Her nose was just below the woman’s clit, so she started rubbing Kari’s face up and down, coating her with her juices. Then, she put her high-heeled feet up on Kari’s back, crossing them at the ankles to squeeze her head.

Kari found herself running out of air right when the woman climaxed, tightening her thigh muscles around Kari’s face and head even more. She was seeing stars when the woman finally relaxed and let her go.

After she had a few moments to breathe and recover, Kari asked, “Well, did the panties interfere with sex?”

“Well, no, they didn’t, but I don’t think I want these . . . I’m not crazy about yellow with blue trim. I’ll pay for them, but I’m going to go and get another pair for you to test.” She stood up and took them off and stuffed them in Kari’s mouth. “Suck on those while I go get another pair.”

Kari nodded, still on her knees. Even though she was naked with only her high heels on, the woman disappeared from view and returned with some purple ones. She reached under Kari’s skirt and grabbed her pussy from behind. Kari was only wearing a g-string, so she easily moved it aside to finger Kari’s wet cunt for a moment or two. Then, she moved around in front of her, stretching the purple panties wide, put them on and resumed her previous position, spreading her legs, and then reaching out and taking the other panties out of Kari’s mouth. Without saying another word, she grabbed Kari’s hair and smashed her face into her cunt and started humping her. Kari did her best to lick and suck, but she really felt like the woman didn’t care what she did, she was just using Kari like she was a human dildo.

She came in much the same way as before, and Kari sat back on her heels gasping for breath, trying to clear out the stars flying around in her mind. When she was able to, Kari asked, “So, did you like those better?”

“Not really. I like purple well enough, but I’m not sure if these are what I want.” She reached out and unbuttoned Kari’s blouse. “Take it off.”

“Uhmm . . . ma’am . . . people might walk in here anytime . . . I don’t want to get arrested.”

“I don’t care if you get arrested or not. Take off your fucking blouse, salesbitch! And the bra, too. Hurry up, I have a date this evening, and I need to get going soon.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kari said, submissively, and removed her blouse, and then her bra. When Kari was topless in front of her, the woman reached out and twisted her left nipple, eliciting Kari’s gasp of surprise—and arousal. She had stood up and removed her purple panties while Kari had been removing her blouse, so she took advantage of Kari’s gasping mouth and stuffed them in, as she’d done before.

“Is that all you have in this fucking store? I want something that is really sexy for my boyfriend. He and his buddy are coming over this evening, and I’m going to dance for him and let them both fuck me. Why can’t you show me the perfect thing to wear, salesbitch?”

Kari just looked up at her, the panties dangling from her mouth, and spread her hands wide, with a pleading expression on her face. The woman looked at her sternly. “Stand up and take your panties off, salesbitch!”

“MMMMmmm, mmmm” Kari replied and stood up, a bit shaky from being on her knees for that long of a time, and bending down, reached under her skirt and slipped her panties off, holding them in the woman’s direction like she was making an offering to the gods.

“Ah, shiny black g-string,” the woman said. “Oh, you really are a slut, aren’t you?” Kari nodded, still unable to talk since the purple panties were still crammed into her mouth.

“Ok, then, now we’re finally getting somewhere. Here, put them into your cunt,” and she handed them back to Kari. Kari complied, while the woman fondled and pulled on her tits.

“Ok, so now . . . cum . . . you’re a fucking slut and so you can cum quickly. I don’t have all evening to wait.”

Her voice was full of lust, which turned Kari on, so she rubbed her clit vigorously, and came after only a minute or so.

“All right. Give me back your panties.” Kari fished them out of her pussy and handed them to her, completely soaked with her cum juices.

The woman put them on, lifting her heels and pulling them up her legs, smearing Kari’s pussy juices all the way up until she pulled them firmly into place. “Ah, yes. Finally, you’ve given me what I came here for. How much do your panties cost?”

“Uhmm . . . I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m going to walk out of this store wearing your cum-soaked panties. How much do I owe you for them, salesbitch? I’m not going to get arrested for stealing anything. I’ve got a date with two hunks to fuck all night after all, you know. I am wearing your panties, now, fuck face! And, I can do whatever I want with them from here on.”

“Uhmm . . . you may have them for free . . . you just have to pay for the other two crotchless panties from the store, that’s all.”

“Ok, salesbitch . . . lead the way . . . I’m ready to check out.”

“This way, please,” and Kari led her to the check out, rang her purchases, hoping to find out her name, at least, in case she might want to have some fun together at a later date. But, she paid in cash, so Kari was unable to find out her name.

“Uhmm . . . Miss?”

“Yes, salesbitch? This better not be a long conversation, I’ve got a ride to catch in 5 minutes.”

“Uhmm . . . you, uhmm . . . taste good, so may I ask your name? I was going to invite you to . . . ”

“Are you kidding?” the woman cut her off. “I wouldn’t associate with you even at my own funeral. You’re a fucking nasty slut, who sucked off a total stranger. I don’t ever want to see you again!” and tossed both pairs of crotchless panties back to Kari. Then, she purposefully walked out, her sexy hips swaying—all the while, Kari knew that the woman was wearing Kari’s very own cum-soaked panties under that skimpy dress.

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Kari looked up at the end of her reading to find all eyes on her, all dicks hard and jerking, and all pussies wet, many with fingers rubbing them. Sheila had fisted herself again, and her eyes were glazed, most likely in subspace. Jessica was just looking at her, both her mouth and her legs wide open, and her nipples clearly at full mast, to the point that you could almost hear Blackbeard commanding everyone to “Dive in, me’ hearties! The port be open now, an’ they’ be great riches t’ be had!”

After a few moments of stunned . . . or, erotic . . . silence, the entire group cheered wildly. Kari blushed and put the pages of her story in Joe’s hands for safekeeping . . . since her own hands were shaking too much to trust her hold on it.

“Wow, you’re quite an erotic story teller, Kari!” Kyle told her. “Where did you learn to tell stories like that, or . . . write like that?”

“Uhmm . . . well, my ex-husband was a professional writer, among other things.”

“Oh, how I wish you were my Engish composition professor!” another of the co-eds added.

Kari blushed and hid her face against Joe’s neck.

“Well, Sheila, it’s your turn again.”

“But, my next one is really tame compared to hers, again!” Sheila protested.

“Well, go ahead, anyway.”

“Well, ok. . . . uhmm . . . I’ve daydreamed from time to time about driving all the way across Texas, naked and with a vibrator in my pussy and a buttplug in my ass. But, again . . . that’s all there is to it!”

“Wow, you could write a very sexy story about that,” Kari said. “You know, fill in with the things that happened along the way, the people who wanted to have sex with you . . . maybe getting arrested and getting fucked by the cops in one of the small towns. The humiliation of being exposed in the newspapers as an exhibitionist . . . stuff like that.”

“So, do you want to go with me? I mean, like . . . we could both do it together. I’d like to drive all the way across Texas naked with you,” Sheila asked.

Kari blushed. “Uhmm . . . I’m not sure I want to pay all the fines and get arrested and all that. I’ll have to think about it. But, it would make a great fantasy story.”

“Well, you could write it as we do it, and then it would be a true story!” Sheila argued.

“She’s got a point,” her slutself said. “It would be like a Texas version of Lady Godiva.”

“But, she was protesting her husband’s taxes, wasn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“So, what would I be protesting?”

“The oppression of sexuality here in Texas. You know—like the way your parents were, condemning sexuality, so all that resulted was your Dad molesting you behind the scenes. For all we know, your mom actually told him to go and molest you, because she wasn’t going to give him any. So, she used sex to attack you, through him.”

“I think I see what you mean.”

“She might have been the modern version of the “Peeping Tom” part of the Lady Godiva story, watching through a crack in the door or whatever, while your Dad jerked off on you and made you suck him off.”

Kari’s mind jumped. There had always been a place on the ceiling of her bedroom where, she had been told, there had been a water leak, so the sheetrock had broken places in it. And her parent’s bedroom was right above hers. She remembered that she’d actually seen what looked like a mirror in one of those openings in her ceiling, but whenever she’d gotten a step-stool and looked closer, there wasn’t anything there.

“Yeah, so whenever they wanted to peep on you, they just lowered a mirror, so they could see what you were doing—and so, when your dad was molesting you, your mom could have been watching the whole time and he knew it.”

“Oh my gawd! I think you’re right!”

“That way, they could both get their rocks off and nobody was ever supposed to know.”

“Oh my gawd!”

“Uhmm . . . let me think about it. I need to talk it over with my lover,” Kari said, turning and giving Joe a kiss. “And my boss.”

“I thought you’d resigned from the library,” Fred said.

“The public library, yes . . . but, I’m the librarian for Wendy now.”

“Ah . . . I see. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s not common knowledge, and it only just happened recently. But, Sheila, give me your contact information and I’ll let you know. Do your parents know about any of this? I mean, I know you’re in college, and you can live on your own, but anyway . . . ”

“Uhmm . . . well, my Dad does. It was his suggestion in the first place, actually.”

“Oh, really . . . is he willing to bail you out of jail and pay your fines and all that, too?”

“Actually, yes . . . at least, he said he would. He’s got plenty of money, and he’s an attorney, so he said he’d defend me in court.”

“Well . . . uhmm . . . ask him if he’d defend me the same way, if I go with you.”

“Ok, I’ll call and ask him tonight.”

“He said he’d be happy to defend you if you drove with me, and in fact, he was happy that you might be willing to, because he really didn’t want me to do it alone. And, he said, he’d want to set up the car we drive with cameras and recording devices as well as a GPS, so he could also confront the people who tried to do anything to us, like the corrupt cops. He said that with micro-miniaturization, he can put a recorder into your glasses and even in our hair clasps—so, if any of them try to wiggle out of it, he’d have some leverage. If it’s ok with you, they can even put a GPS chip under our skin, so they know exactly where we are at all times.”

“Isn’t that illegal . . . I mean to record someone without them knowing?”

“Well, if they are in public, you can record anyone . . . but, especially the police, because they are public officials. After all, people have all kinds of security cameras these days . . . the big deal is that if it’s in public, it’s pretty much open to be recorded. . . we just couldn’t use recordings of private conversations or activities that way.”

“Well, ok . . . after all, he’s going to be the one to argue that in court.”

“Well, what do you think, my wonderfulest lover?”

“Wonderfulest?”

“As someone said recently, if that’s not a word, it should be.”

He chuckled. “Well . . . what do I think? . . . hrmmm,” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Considering the whole thing about her Dad putting recording equipment in the car . . . it sounds like a good plan.”

“She said they could actually set it up to be able to watch everything that happens around the car back at her Dad’s office, so it would be basically like live TV.”

“That would be nice . . . ask them if they could set it up for me to be able to watch, so I can keep an eye on what’s happening, too.”

“Ok, I’ll send her a text right now.”

“She said her Dad didn’t see any problem with that.”

“Ok, so if they can do that, you’ll be almost like a spy-plane, or a spy-ship—or a reality show. Heheh, you could call it Sex Cab, like Cash Cab, but you won’t be picking up passengers, so it won’t go on prime time. But, do you want to do it, really? I mean, you’re not just doing it for Sheila, are you?” Joe asked, as he held her in his lap back in their suite in Wendy’s mansion.

Kari’s pussy pulsed at the idea that she was actually discussing a plan to drive across Texas naked with a vibrator in her cunt and a buttplug in her ass—even if it was together with another naked girl. “Uhmm, no, if I do it, I won’t be doing it for her.”

“Ok. So, who would you be doing it for then, baby?”

“Well, for me . . . for once . . . and for you. If it’s not something you want, though, I don’t want to do it.”

“Thanks. And, actually that really decides it for me . . . I think I’d love to watch you drive across Texas naked . . . especially since I can watch from here, and not have to suffer through all those long miles of Texas highways. Gawd’elp’us, it takes forever to drive across Texas.”

Marc and Alan called and asked for an appointment with Kari and Stacy, and came at the appointed time. Joe said it was fine to meet in his suite, so he and Kari met them at the side-door apartment entrance (with Kari wearing the kimono which Alan had given her way back after the Jackie episode) where Lisa dropped them off. Marc, after all, had connections in this situation for once that Alan did not. He did not seem to be unhappy about it, even so.

“Hello, please come in,” Kari said, hugging and kissing them both. Stacy got up and greeted them both in a similar way. “Please sit down and make yourselves at home,” she told them, gesturing toward the couch and bringing them some drinks. She handed Marc a whiskey sour, and brought Alan his favorite, some Laphroaig Scotch “neat, but with just a few drops of water in it to release the best of the aroma and flavor,” Stacy said, in a very close imitation of Scottish accent. She was dressed in a blue and white checkered apron over a white dress with hand-sewn farm animals on it, her bosom and cleavage very well displayed. She looked all the world like a milkmaid—or, a barmaid—from a small town in Scotland, or maybe Germany.

Alan laughed and took his glass and breathed in the aroma. “Ah, we should come and visit more often. Very good, Stacy. Did you prepare this?”

“Yes, M’Lord, an’ thank you, Sir,” Stacy said, actually curtsying gracefully and continuing in a Scottish accent. “I’m an apprenticed to a very fine Master Chef, M’Lord,” nodding toward Joe. “So, yes, I did prepare it under his very fine instruction, an it please thee, Sir” repeating her curtsy

Alan laughed delightedly, and turned to Marc. “You should try to find other opportunities for us to visit here.”

“Well, they have great food and drinks, that’s for sure. But, you’re repeating yourself, boss,” Marc agreed, laughing.

“At least it’s a good thing to repeat,” Alan said wryly.

“Indeed, it is . . . and I like this place, too.”

The doorbell rang for the inside door, so Kari went to welcome Wendy and Josie in to join them.

Alan and Marc greeted them warmly, and after only a few seconds, Lisa returned after parking the limo in its appointed place. She greeted Alan warmly, as well although not quite as warmly since she hadn’t met him before, but all the same, Lisa kissed him on the cheek and then slid gracefully into Marc’s lap. She seemed to fit there very well indeed. Marc seemed pleased, too.

The table in front of them held quite a variety of finger foods, some quite unusual to normal everyday citizens, such as, according to their label cards, which read, in turn: Seared Beef Tenderloin Mini Sandwiches with Mustard-Horseradish Sauce, Shrimp Cocktail with both Red and Green sauce, Endive leaves with Goat cheese and Walnuts, Onion Frittata Bites, Crab Cake Bites with Roasted Pepper-Chive Aioli, Ham and Cheese Skewers, and Crunchy Pecan Pie Bites—for the sweeter side of flavors.

“Was that my imagination, or did the World Famous Butler Lady just kiss me on the cheek,” Alan asked Marc.

“Yeah, well . . . it might have been your imagination,” Marc replied blandly.

“Ok, so, who’s sitting on your lap just now?”

“Uh . . . the World Famous Butler Lady, as it turns out,” Marc said.

“The one who introduced THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO in their television debut in Las Vegas?”

“Uhmm . . . yeah, she made me go, too, so I was forced to be there.” Lisa wacked his arm in fun, and he laughed. “So, yeah . . . this is the one.”

“The one who took down 3 grown men in 10 seconds who were attacking a kid in a park after sprinting 40 yards or so across soft lawn in 5-inch heels?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“So, whatever you do, don’t make her mad.”

“Right. That’s very good advice. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

“So, we found out about those movie theatre . . . uh . . . entrepreneurs,” Alan started out, when they got around to the reason they had come over.

“Oh? What did you find out?” Kari asked.

“Well, they seem to be trying to make their way independently in the world of porn, so finally one of the Mafia contacts I know just walked in and asked them what the fuck they were doing on local Mafia turf.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and the she-male actually pulled a gun and tried to act tough.”

“What happened to her or him or however you refer to she-males?”

“Let’s just say that she/he will no longer be bothering anyone anymore.”

“That sounds rather final,” Wendy broke in.

“Well . . . it’s heresay, but, yeah . . . I don’t think anyone will need to worry about that anymore. The other three were just country cousins, trying to make it in the big city, you know. But . . . they sorta’ left town in a hurry.”

“Didn’t make it in the big city, huh?” Wendy asked.

“Apparently not,” Alan replied. “They thought they could just waltz in and start taking pictures and blackmailing people, but they obviously didn’t know what they were doing. The . . . uh . . . people I know cleaned out the whole place and they had some pretty sexy pictures, but nothing really worth anything, even for blackmail. For one thing, what person in a role of power would go to the movie theatre and watch a foreign film when they can get all the porn they want online or watch it on their home system? They were about 50 years out of date. Like I said, they didn’t know what they were doing.”

“Apparently not,” Wendy agreed, grinning mischievously. Josie looked at Alan and gestured toward all the wonderful hors d'oeuvres on the table and said, “Please enjoy the snacks . . . would you like another Laphroaig?”

“Would I? I’m sure I’d say yes, even from my death bed. Yeah, please and of course, my dear Josie.”

Stacy jumped up and refilled his glass just as before, and curtsied and went back to her seat, smiling broadly.

Marc looked at Kari and Stacy and said, “Well, whenever he arrives on his death bed, make sure you have some Laphroaig handy.”

“Indeed, we will, kind Sir. Do you have any plans for when that might be?” Stacy said, tongue in cheek and smiling sweetly.

Both Marc and Alan laughed.

“No . . . maybe in a couple of decades . . . how old are you, anyway?” Marc asked Alan.

“Let’s just say late 30’s” Alan replied, trying to look all young and innocent, which made his lie even more vivid, of course.

“Ok, so let’s assume he’s 60 or so, girls, so given his hard lifestyle of drinking and whoring, he might not last out the week, but if all goes well, he might last until he’s 80 or so. Give it 20 years and we’ll check in for an update at that time,” Marc said to Stacy.

“An’ it please you, kind Sir. I will save several bottles of Laphroaig for him to be used only after 20 years from now,” and she curtsied to him again, quite gracefully, her cleavage showing very well above her milk-maid style blouse.
“Hard lifestyle and whoring?” Alan asked, looking at Marc.

“Well after all, Boss, one of your lovers could shoot you, or you could die from too many orgasms, or a bad car wreck for something, you know,” Marc argued.

“Hard lifestyle and whoring?” Alan asked again, still pretending like he was beside himself from that comment. “It’s not that I feel guilty about that, or that it isn’t true. I just don’t want the rest of the world to know.”

“Oh, damn, that reminds me . . . we were going to invite Linda to this, weren’t we?” Marc exclaimed.

“Oh, no! . . . yeah, we forgot,” Alan agreed. “I wonder if she’ll go for a hard lifestyle and whoring.”

“She’s a cab driver, isn’t she?” Lisa asked.

“Yes . . . one of the best in town,” Alan said. “Sexy, too . . . with big boobs. Very soft big boobs . . . very . . . big soft boobs . . .“

“Yeah, I get it . . . Do you have her cell phone number?” Lisa asked.

“I do,” Marc said, and reach into his pocket for his phone.

Lisa looked at him quite directly, rapidly blinked her eyes.

“What?” he asked, looking eye to eye to her without a trace of guilt. “She’s a cab driver. One of the best. I call her when we have difficult patrons who are too drunk to walk and so forth.”

“Nevermind. Just go ahead and call her,” Lisa said, and laid her head down on his shoulder while he did.

“It’s a good thing that Marc didn’t mention her big boobs in that sentence,” Stacy observed. “He’s a smart man.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Kari agreed. “Who knows how much damage two black belts could do if they got angry with each other.”

“Well, we know how much The Butler Lady can do . . . but, yeah, I don’t think I want to see them kick half of the mansion into little pieces.”

“Me, neither,” Kari said.

Wendy laughed. “Well, it would have certainly been very interesting to watch, but all the same, I’d rather not have to rebuild half of this place, so I’ll pass on that, too.”

“Linda? Hi, how’ya doin’? Marc here. Busy night? No? Well, if you’re not busy, come over to . . . well, Alan’s here and he actually was planning to bring you here when we came, but we got interrupted so many times we didn’t have time to call you in advance, sorry about that. . . . Yeah . . . I’ll text you the address. The security guard at the gate is named Victoria, and she’s nice but she’ll ask for confirmation, so I’ll call her so she’ll let you in, just tell her I invited you, use my name.”

Kari let Linda in and embraced her. Stacy followed suit, and asked her what she’d like to drink.

“Laphroaig, of course,” Alan said from the couch right behind them.

“As you wish, M’Lord,” Stacy replied.

“Your Laphroaig, neat, but with just a few drops of water to release the aroma and flavor, an’ it please you, Madam,” Stacy said, curtsying as she had before as she served Linda, who was now sitting on Alan’s lap.

Linda giggled, “Thank you, Stacy, my dear.” Stacy winked in reply and returned to her seat.

“I think a couple of paragraphs ago, we were invited to sample all of the hors d'oeuvres, my dear Linda,” Alan commented.

“So, you’re complaining that you can’t eat because I’m in the way?”

“Well, not exactly, no . . . I’m just thinking that to enjoy you fully, I should get my fuel tank filled up. You’re very sexy, you know, and it might take a lot of my energy. I’m an old man, you know. And maybe you could hand me a few of them.”

“Old man . . . fuel tank filled up. Yeah, ok. So, I think I’ll go and visit the new library here.”

“No, no, no. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m not trying to dump you. After all, I just invited you to the festivities here this evening, darlin’.”

“Marc invited me.”

Marc shook his head immediately. “No, ma’am . . . I was just doing my job as Alan’s assistant. He invited you, and I just made the call.”

“So, you’d rather eat than play with my big boobs, is that it?” Linda said, back toward Alan.

“Uh, no, Linda-dear. I just didn’t think you’d want me to play with your wunnerful before we ate an’ stuff . . . I mean, wonderful big huge boobs while efferybody was watching, thas’ all, babe,” squinting blearily at her cleavage.

“How much Scotch has he had?” She asked the rest of them.

Everyone pointed to the other beside them. Even Wendy and Josie pointed at each other as soon as they caught on.

“<ahem> Apparently, I’ve asked the wrong question. . . . ok . . . do you have any more Laphroaig? Yes? So, go ahead, John Wesley Powell . . . explore away . . . fondle my tits.”

“John Wesley Powell?”

Stacy handed her a double Laphroaig, neat, with a few drops of water. And, another to Alan, who hardly noticed it, since he’d already begun exploring Linda’s boobs.

“Yeah . . . he was a famous explorer,” she said after she’d taken a sip and savored it.

“Oh,” Alan said, as he unbuttoned Linda’s blouse all the way down.

Marc took advantage of the opportunity and did the same with Lisa’s blouse and unhooked her bra behind her back all with one hand, kissing her deeply. Kari observed that he acted like he knew exactly what he was doing, which probably meant he’d had lots of practice, but Lisa either didn’t notice that or didn’t care.

Kari hopped up astride Joe’s lap face to face, and looked at him brightly. “You can explore my boobs, too, if you’d like to, Master.”

Joe took another sip of his Laphroaig, and looked at her thoughtfully. “You sure?”

“Sure about what, Master? That you’d like to explore my boobs, or am I sure that you can explore my boobs?” she asked, blinking innocently.

He laughed. “I’m in the mood to tear your dress off, and since I don’t think you’re wearing panties, you’ll be sort of naked in front of everybody.”

“Oh, well,” Kari said, grinning. “I’m rich now, and living with a rich Master Chef, so he’ll probably buy me another dress. Besides, we’re home, so we can do whatever we want, can’t we? I may end up driving across Texas naked soon, so being that way here doesn’t sound very unusual. . . . Besides, I have a sexy fantasy to tell you about . . . <ahem> . . . afterwards, I mean.”

“Ah, yes, that sound very interesting, indeed . . . well, then,” he said, as he reached out and tore her dress apart showing her tits, but he didn’t stop there, just kept tearing her light summer dress until it fell away. He was correct that she wasn’t wearing any panties, so it wasn’t long until she was naked. He started exploring her tits as soon as all the fabric was out of his way. She moaned as soon as he started sucking on her nipples, always a huge turn-on for her.

Josie waved Stacy over to their couch and untied her apron so Wendy could pull down her stretchy barmaid style blouse to reveal her sexy boobs. Then Josie and Wendy each sucked one of her nipples, which made Stacy moan with pleasure. It wasn’t long before all three of them were naked and in a three-way daisy chain.

Linda enthusiastically abandoned her blouse for the boob-hungry Alan, and he was so content with mauling her “. . . very soft big boobs . . . very big soft boobs” that he even forgot to drink his Scotch, which made her quite happy that she was a higher priority—or at least her body was. As he sucked, pulled and squeezed, she had a great time watching him, as she sipped from her own glass. When hers grew close to empty, she even took a few sips from his glass when he wasn’t looking. When he finally got around to taking a sip, he didn’t seem to care about that, either.

Kari climaxed from Joe sucking on her nipples fairly quickly, and she proceeded to fish his cock out of his trousers and insert it into her sloppy-wet pussy. She started humping against him as she whispered another of her fantasies in his ear. “I’m hoping, Master, that you can cum on my face and hair right before I go for a walk on the street or to the grocery store. I don’t know if anyone else will notice, but it would be very hot if someone did. I won’t wear any panties or bra, and only wear a low-cut sundress, so as your cum drips down off of my face, it might even run all the way down between my tits to soak my bush and pussy.” She had barely finished that when he shot a load up into her womb.

Marc and Lisa were apparently in their own little lover’s world, making out like two teenagers in the backseat after parking out by the dam. The old term years ago was “watching the submarine races,” and the only reason they didn’t steam up the windows was they were in an air conditioned living room instead of a car. They must have been bruising each other’s lips with their passion, and when they got around to fucking, they pounded each other’s thighs hard. Since they were both strong and athletic adults, had they actually been in the backseat of a car, it would likely have required repair—maybe a couple new windows or a new front seat, the odd torn upholstery, maybe even new tires and a boob . . . er . . . brake job.

It’s a good thing they didn’t have to explain all that to their parents. One can only imagine that conversation:

“So, tell me, son. Just how did the back side-window get kicked out, the frame of the front passenger seat get bent beyond repair from the back, and the back-seat upholstery torn out in handful-sized chunks?”

“Well, Dad . . . we were just hanging out in the back seat with our feet up on the front seats which we had leaned down forward, watching the football game . . . from the row in the parking lot by the field where we could watch the game from our cars, you know . . on the north end which is in view of the goal posts, you know . . . just hugging and stuff, and . . . you know, after all, she’s my girlfriend, and . . . uhmm, well, she kicked out when she . . . uhmm . . . and . . . uhmm—she’s a Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do—and . . . “

“She’s a Black Belt? Ok, so I won’t bother her, so she doesn’t kick me to pieces . . . but, YOU, on the other hand . . . “

One would surmise that the conversation deteriorated even more rapidly from there. It also might explain why Marc would have gone after his own Black Belt, had this been the real sequence of events back then.

After he’d satisfied himself with Linda’s boobs, Alan lay back while Linda unbuckled and unzipped him, first to suck on his cock and then to sit astride him facing forward with his cock deep in her cunt. Kari glanced over to see her “very big soft boobs” bouncing madly as she fucked him which a great deal of enthusiasm. This attracted Josie’s attention, so she extricated herself from Wendy and Stacy so she could fondle Linda’s flopping tits. Wendy was sucking on Stacy’s pussy, so she didn’t seem to mind Josie disappearing.

Joe was in one of his favorite positions underneath Kari’s thighs sucking her cunt in a 69, as she sucked on the head of his cock, jacking him off into her mouth enthusiastically with her right hand. His cum suddenly filled her mouth for his second orgasm, and a small white bubble appeared coming out of her nose as she tried to swallow it all. Her orgasm clamped her thighs over his face shutting off his air flow, but she relaxed in time to allow him to breathe before he passed out.

All and all, they all seemed be enjoying themselves enormously.

Saturday arrived as a warm early summer day, so Kari dressed in a very light summer dress with her skimpiest bikini underneath it. The Football Fuckathon was scheduled for early that afternoon, so Kari had the hardest time keeping her fingers away from her pussy and tits in her anticipation for the gangbang. Stacy wore a similar summer dress and bikini, since their wardrobe was her idea in the first place. For once, wearing a skimpy bikini didn’t bother her.

As promised, Fred had made connections with the assistant football coach, who brought over 12 members of the football team (the ones he could trust to be disease and drug-free), along with his own girlfriend and the girlfriends of the team members. So, along with Kyle and his group, Brenda as Fred’s date, Bob and Desirae, Bunny and Jacquie, Marc and Lisa, the Ritnor’s house was packed to the gills with people. Anticipating that, they had set up several large canopies in the back yard (which was enclosed by wooden fence) for the food and drinks, along with ice and fold-up lawn chairs. Beer and wine had been chilling in the ice-filled coolers scattered around the area, and several grills were set up for cooking by the portable bar, manned by Joe and Lisa, Bunny and Stacy.

The coach introduced each of the team members to everyone, and they were very courteous in greeting them, especially Kari, since she was going to be the centerpiece for the afternoon. They had set up a table in the camera room for Kari to lay on complete with a thin pad and a pillow, and of course, they had the cameras going. Kari had a few snacks and drinks and milled around talking with everyone before the fun began. Kyle told her that they were making big-time money from the Cum Festival video, much more even than they had anticipated—and that he had brought copies of it for Kari to have.

When it seemed to be the right time, Kari laid down on the pad with the pillow under her head, and Sheila and Jessica took up position as fluffers to suck on the guys and girls as they came through the line to fuck Kari. Even though they had supplied the table with plenty of lubricant, Kari’s pussy was so wet, she didn’t even need it.

So, the first one to start off the gangbang was the quarterback of the team, and his huge black cock slid into Kari’s cunt with ease. One of the running backs stepped up beside Kari and offered his cock for her to suck, which she did with great enthusiasm. It wasn’t long after that when from the opposite side that she felt someone take her hand and wrap it around another rather large cock and help her to begin pumping it along its length, singing . . . or, rather rapping: “Jerk it, bitch . . . jerk it, slut! You never know when you might get the itch, but it ain’t to hard to find a fuck! . . . Jerk it, bitch . . . jerk it, slut! You never know when you might get the itch, but it ain’t to hard to find a fuck!”

She felt the quarterback spray his sperm inside her, and then he stepped aside to allow another large cock to slide into her, while the guy she was sucking filled her mouth with salty cum which she did her best to swallow. He pulled out of her mouth and the guy whose cock she was jerking on, pulled her face around and soaked her face, which covered her eyes so she wasn’t able to see until the whole team had used her body like a cheap whore, 3 or 4 cocks at a time. The guys enjoyed mauling her tits and lightly pinching her nipples as they went along, although they weren’t extremely rough--as coached by Fred beforehand—so as to allow her to go the distance without serious damage to her boobs. Since cum contains some fairly potent mood-elevating compounds, and she had swallowed more cum than ever before—not to mention that she’d had far more orgasms than she could count—she was flying pretty high by the time all the guys had their turns.

When they finally gave her a break, Stacy came over and used a wet towel to wipe off her eyes and then started licking the cum off of her lips, sneaking in a few kisses along the way. Then the girl-friends started in sitting on her face so they could add their cum to the mix, along with those who took turns sucking on her boobs and cunt lips until she went past ‘flying high’ and rocketed right on up to subspace.

Everything felt floaty and in slow motion, like she was underwater or in zero gravity, and perhaps she was—after all, some sexual experiences are truly out of this world. Most of the time she couldn’t see anything past the pussy lips and thighs of the girls sitting on her face, but when the last cunt lifted off of her, she turned to the side right into the flash of a camera taking in the sluttiest pose of Kari’s entire life—at least, so far.

Stacy and the others helped her up and gave her some water at first, and then as she seemed to regain her equilibrium, they moved on to stronger drinks, so as Kari came down from her high, she moved right along into being rather drunk. The rest of the afternoon was just basically a blur. A very sexy blur, but a blur, nonetheless.

The next thing she remembered was waking up in bed with Joe and Stacy on the king-sized bed in Joe’s apartment. Stacy was snuggled up to her right side and Joe was next to her with his hip touching hers on her left, face down, his arms loosely embracing several pillows. When she tried to moved, Stacy mewed a sleepy whine of distress, hugging her even more tightly, as if to say she wasn’t going to let her go.

Kari looked up at the ceiling and thought about the irony of it all. Here she was—in bed with two lovers, one guy and one girl, after having been gangbanged by the local high school football team—still happily vibrating away with what could only be called ‘lust’, at least according to her mother.

Meanwhile, back in the pastor’s office of the large church which Kari had been previously attending, her mother sat fuming indignantly. “She’s become a total slut! A whore!”

“Your daughter? You mean the librarian? Kari?”

“Yes!”

“Uhmm . . . may I ask why you think that? I’ve never seen or heard anything untoward about her . . . the only thing I can think of which seems unusual is that she hasn’t been to Sunday School for many weeks. Her Sunday School teacher sent me a note about those who’ve sort of ‘disappeared’ and she was on that list. Other than that, I have no knowledge of this.”

“Well, you should SEE the pictures and videos which have appeared on the internet of her showing . . . her . . . and doing . . . her doing . . . unspeakable things!”

“uhmm . . . I’m not in the habit of looking for my church members on the internet doing unspeakable things, so I don’t’ know what you mean. Anyway, how do you want me to help?”

“WELL! . . . If I had MY way, she would be flogged and put naked in stocks so everyone could see just what a whore she is. And after that, she could wear the proverbial “A” on the front of her dress!”

“Somewhat like The Scarlet Letter you mean, of course—although, I don’t think in the story that they put adulterous women in stocks while they were naked. Are you saying she’s having a secret affair with a minister?”

“It seems that she’s having affairs with almost everyone she knows . . . but, most of it is right out there before God and everybody, so it’s certainly not hidden. And, she’s apparently flaunting her body to everyone and seducing ordinary normal people, so I’m sure there’s a minister in there somewhere!”

“Ok . . . so, how do you want me to help?”

“Call her in to account for her actions!”

“Uhmmm . . . ok, I can ask her to come in and talk with me, but I can’t promise that she’ll change like you would like her to. Only God’s power can change us.”

“Yeah, I know all about that. She hasn’t changed a thing that I ever wanted, that’s for sure. My husband said a friend of his found those despicable videos online . . . so ask him about them, so you know what I’m talking about.”

“Ok. I will.”

“Thank you. See you next Sunday,” Kari’s mother said as she abruptly huffed out the door.

After she left, his very-large-bosomed secretary came in and moved around his desk and sat with her legs open in front of him, pulling up her skirt, showing her naked upper thighs with just a hint of pussy hair. “You’re a good liar, Chuck,” she told him boldly. “You watched her gangbang video yesterday while I sucked you off.”

“My name is Charles.”

“Yeah, but that don’t rhyme with ‘fuck’, baby . . . and I’m in the mood for a good fuck.”

“Try not to sound so much like a trailer-trash whore, will you?”

“You came from the same trailer park, Chuck, and I don’t talk like that when your high-an’-mighty church members come in, so get off my case! . . . or, should I beg you to cum ‘in my case’, instead?”

“That might work better, bitch!”

“Maybe I need a good cunt whipping, because my cunt is talking more than my mind.”

“I didn’t know you had a mind.”

“You’re right . . . I’m just a fucking cunt who needs her boss to fuck her. Please, Boss! Fuck me!”

“I don’t mind if I do,” pushing her back on the desk and tearing her blouse open, pulling her legs up over his shoulders, unzipping his fly and thrusting his hard cock into her cunt.

Her bruised boobs flopped sideways onto his desk, staining his desk pad calendar with her sweat and his cum.

“Damn it!”

“What?”

“I can’t read what I wrote on my calendar now!”

“Oh, don’t have a hissy-fit . . . I have all your appointments written down like a real secretary out on my desk.”

“But, I lost all my . . . uhmm . . . other comments”

“No, you didn’t, unless you wrote some today that I don’t know about. I come in every evening after you fuck me ‘wham-bam’ and leave most of the time without even a ‘thank you, ma’am’, and then I copy down all that you have written on your calendar.”

He just looked at her.

“Well, I am your secretary, you know.”

“So, you know about . . . “

“All of your affairs? Of course.”

“Ok. What are you planning to do about it?”

“Open a store selling dresses with the letter “A” embroidered on the bosom—unless, you’d prefer opening a whorehouse called ‘Cum To Heaven’ or something, with your harem of bored housewives. Your wife might even join, since you’re fucking almost all the other married women and horny divorcees, including me.”

“Uhmm . . . no, I think I’ll pass on that . . . thanks anyway.”

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