Coerced
                            By Ted E. Bear 

                          Chapter 9 - Monday
                   (M+F, FF, nc, oral, exhib, beast)

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Note to readers: The original author, Kathy B. wrote the original 8 chapters,
then stopped. She allowed for anyone interested in picking it up to do so. I
have elected to continue this fine story. While I will attempt to continue in
the same style as Kathy B., but since I am not, I most likely will add my own
style to this fine story.

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work.  Copyright 2001 by Ted E. Bear & Kathy B.
Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express,
written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as
part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.

Please!    Give me your comments!

Email to "Ted E. Bear" tedebear690@yahoo.com
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To bring you up to date: Charlene did her friend Sheila a favor and stayed at
her house, with her 2 teenaged college girls, one weekend. The girls drugged
Charlene, and in her drugged state, they convinced her that she had agreed to
be the "maid" for a party that the girls were having. They got her completely
naked and then had her put on a parody of a "maid's" uniform, that looked
more like it was designed for a woman to wear to bed to have fun with her
husband, than to be seen in public in. It left Charlene's big breasts exposed
down to just above her areolas and her skirt so short that if she bent over or
sat down, she'd expose her naked pussy. Between the low neck line and the
looseness of the dress, she was constantly having her breasts pop out, and
having to put them back in. After the party started, she was sent to buy beer
with three of the boys, who took advantage of her drugged out condition,
including taking pictures of her having sex with all three of them. The next
day the three boys returned to the house, to find that Charlene had been
drugged again, and so took advantage of her again, this time the three taking
her in the ass. 

Months go by and her friend, the girls' mother comes over to her house and
accuses her of her improprieties that weekend. Her husband is about to
throw the lady out of his house, when she shows him the pictures of his wife,
in the uniform, having sex with the three boys. She agrees not to call the
police and have her arrested for having sex with all of these young boys, IF
she'll act as her maid for the next 2 years. For the past 3 days, she has
been the maid for her former friend. Her friend has forced her to do all
sorts of humiliating things, some sexual and some not.

Chapter 8 ended:     

After lunch, I donned my bikini and covered every exposed square of skin 
with tanning lotion. Trust me, there was a lot to cover. Lisa sunbathed on a
chaise as I tottered around on my heels, attracting stares from neighbors and
motorists alike. I pretended to be oblivious but I knew I must have presented
a strange picture, my ass rolling and my breasts heaving as I pushed the
mower back and forth. From behind I looked like I was bottomless and the
material in front kept working its way into my pussy, rubbing my clit and
making me hornier and hornier. I couldn't wait to get home to Mark.

Several times Lisa had me stop and rub fresh lotion onto her body. She had
me
pay special attention to her breasts and bottom and I found myself sliding a
finger into her pussy without her telling me to. When she pushed gently on
my
head I dipped it into her crotch, licking her to an orgasm as she tanned.

Sheila came home as I was putting the mower away. She was pleased with
the 
way I'd spent my day.

"Nice job on the lawn, Charlene. You can go home now."

"Thank you, Mrs. Winters." I started toward the house.

"Just a minute. Where are you going?"

I looked at her, confused. "I was going to go and change before I called 
Mark to come get me."

"I didn't give you permission to use my phone and you don't need to change.
You're going to need that outfit tomorrow anyway. Start walking."

"B-but I can't walk home like this," I protested.

"Then stay here. I really don't care." Sheila turned on her heel and entered
the house. I sighed and started for home.
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         Chapter 9 - Monday


"The last time I had made this walk, it was in flat shoes, and that took me
half an hour, in heels it will probably take closer to forty-five minutes." I
thought to myself as I began walking home, in the obscenely small bikini
that my former friend, Sheila, had forced me to wear. 

I hadn't even gotten out of the neighborhood yet, when some kids drove by
and slowed down so that they were moving along no faster than I was. One
of them leaned out the window and asked, "How much for a fuck, momma?"

I was already angry, first at having to dress like this in the first place,
and even worse, to have to walk home dressed like this. "Sheila had to know
that I'd be harassed, walking around like this, and that's exactly what she
wants. I wouldn't even be surprised if she put these boys up to this, or that
little bitch of a daughter of her's, Lisa."

"Sorry boys, I don't do that sort of thing." I told them, not even looking
their way, for fear of breaking down and crying and I didn't want them to see
me crying.

They didn't leave however, continuing to slowly drive along beside me as I
walked, while they watched my massive virtually naked tits bobbing,
jiggling and swaying, as my equally naked hips moved like I was trying to
get them to pick me up. I was totally humiliated at having to be dressed like
this, for my long walk home. 

The bikini was so small that the top did little more than cover my large
areolas, and, due to the bouncing of my enormous breasts, my nipples were
fully erect, tenting the small piece of material dramatically. The bottoms
were even worse, being a thong style bikini, and a size or two too small to
begin with, the thin strap in back was lodged deep between the cheeks of my
ass, making it appear to anyone seeing her from the back, that I was not even
wearing a bottom piece. In the front, it was a little better, but not much,
the small triangular piece of material started just above my slit, and quickly
disappeared between my legs. Since Sheila had removed the lining to it, my
pussy lips were well outlined through the material, which had also been
sucked into my wet, sweaty pussy slit, as I mowed the lawn earlier in the day
and was being pulled even deeper as I was walking home.

"Hey momma, that's a pretty big pair of tits you got there!" one of the boys
called out, but I just ignored them.

Another called out, "Hey momma, are you even wearing any bottoms?" While
another yelled out, "Sure bro, can't you see that little piece of material
between her legs, glued to those big pussy lips of hers."

Just then the driver saw a police car coming up behind them slowly, with it's
lights on, and said, "Hey guys! It's the cops! Let's get out of here!" and
drove off faster, but not too fast.

The police car, with it's lights on pulled up next to me. As the policeman
got out of his car he said, "Uh lady, do you live around here?" as he looked
me over, not believing a woman of my age, and worse, my body style, would
even dress like this.

I turned and looked to see who had said that, as I still hadn't been watching
the cars as they passed me, due to my embarrassment over being dressed like
this. Seeing that it was a policeman, I replied, "Uh, no officer, but I do
work for Mrs. Winters a block away."

"Mrs. Winters, you say." he repeated as he wrote it down in his notebook.

"Yes. Sheila Winters." I replied.

"You know, that kind of swim suit is better worn in your own back yard, not
for walking around in public like this, or even going to the beach. You can
do whatever you want to do. I'm just giving you some good, friendly
advice." he said. "Those boys wouldn't have been hassling you if you
dressed decently." Then he got back into his car, turned off his lights and
drove away.

During the rest of my walk home, people honked their horns at me, shouted
obscenities at me, whistled at me, and shot filthy signs at me, humiliating
and embarrassing me to no end. As I walked home, I began to wonder
whether going to jail might not be preferable. By the end of the two years,
everyone would think of me as a whore and a slut anyway, if Sheila had
anything to do with it. What was worse, being considered a whore and a
slut, or not seeing my children while I was in prison and then having a record
as a sex offender? I couldn't decide which was really worse, neither looked
very appetizing, but at least in jail I wouldn't be constantly humiliated and
forced to have sex with all sorts of people.

Since I didn't have my purse with me, hence my keys, I rang the door bell,
knowing that Mark should be home by now. I waited, and when no one
came to the door, I rang the bell again. Still no one came to the door, so I
walked around to the garage window and looked in. Mark's car wasn't
there, and I began to cry.

I knew that he wasn't happy with me over this situation, but he certainly
knew that I'd be home tonight, and had said that he felt that our children
still needed to have a mother. I went into the backyard, sat down on a lawn
chair and cried and cried and cried. Their not being home was worse than
everything Sheila had done to me combined. 

"Maybe he changed his mind and doesn't want the kids to ever see me
again." I thought to myself miserably.

As I sat there crying, I saw John, the neighbor's son from behind us, starring
at my nearly naked body, and then he said, "Gee Mrs. Hopkins's, I had no
idea how sexy you were!" Fortunately for me, he then went back into his
house and no one else saw me while I sat there crying and waiting for Mark
to come home, in the back yard.

He and the kids got home about an hour later. I knocked on the back door
when I saw the lights come on. Mark opened the door, with a look like he'd
like to kill me, for dressing the way that I was dressed.

"Don't say a word. Go into the bedroom, change into something decent, and
come back out here and spend some time with your children." he whispered
sternly.

"But..." I started to say.

"Not a word! Put a smile on your sorry face and don't let the kids even see
you. We'll talk later." he again whispered firmly.

I knew that in a way, he was right. The kids shouldn't see their mother like
this and we shouldn't be arguing in front of them. I'd just have to grin and
bear it until later, when he'd let me talk to him. As I had agreed with Sheila,
in order to get my punishment drastically reduced, I put on a skirt that came
to just above my knees, a loose cotton blouse, that would at least conceal the
fact that I was braless, and a pair of high heeled shoes.

When I came out of our bedroom, dressed appropriately enough to be seen
by my children, Mark said, "Look Charlene, I just can't stand being here
with you right now. I'll go stay with my parents this weekend, while you are
here with the kids. I know you want to talk, but it's just too soon for me."
and he left.

I was shocked, that this man whom I loved, and had been married to for
almost twenty years, would treat me like this. Although, he didn't really
know what happened, heck I don't really know what happened that weekend,
but he did see those incriminating pictures. They had even made me so sick
that I had to run to the bathroom and vomit, when I saw them, so I guess I
shouldn't be to harsh on him.

Other than getting up really early Saturday morning to mow the lawn in my
skimpy bikini, the weekend with my children was just what I needed. I
almost felt like I was back to normal, come Monday morning. By getting up
at 6:00 Saturday morning to mow the yard, and finishing by 7:30, I was
lucky enough to avoid the embarrassment of being seen by my neighbors. At
least I think I was. 

We did what we always did on the weekends. On Saturday after breakfast, I
took them to the park to play on the swings, slides, and jungle gyms. Then
we went to Burger King for lunch and in the afternoon we went to the
movies. On Sunday morning, I made them a nice breakfast, and then we
went to church. Sunday afternoon, while I cleaned the house and did the
laundry, the kids played with other kids in the neighborhood. Sunday
evening, I made them a really nice dinner and then we read books together.

It was such a good feeling, that I put out of my mind, that I even had to go
back to Sheila's on Monday. No one was feeling me up. No one was
forcing me to suck them off or have sex with them. The only reminder that I
was not totally free, was the lack of underwear and the high heels.

Monday morning, Mark was back at 7:00, to take the kids to school. I asked,
"Mark, could you please take me over to Sheila's?"

He looked at me, in that bikini again, and said, "I think you better get going.
I don't want the kids to even see you dressed like that. Like a real slut!"

I began to cry as I started walking back to Sheila's house. Just like on my
walk home, a lot of cars honked at me, people shouted obscenities out their
windows at me and shot me a lot of filthy signs. All of which I tried to
ignore, but it was humiliating and embarrassing to be dressed as I was and
having people doing these mean things to me. 

I even passed two older women, out for their morning walk, who called me a
slut and a whore, right to my face, making me blush deeply from the
humiliation. Even after such a nice weekend with my kids, I was an
emotional wreck by the time that I arrived at Sheila's house, at 8:00.

"Where have you been?" Sheila hollered at me.

"Well you didn't give me a time to be back here." I sniffled.

SMACK! Sounded the crack of Sheila's hand smashing into her face.

"I don't want to hear you crying, number one, and number two, you know
that you are supposed have our breakfast made every morning that you are
here. So I don't care what time you get here, as long as our breakfast is on
the table at 7:30 and you are ready for the day. Is that understood!" she spat
out at me.

"Yes, Mrs. Winters." I replied, in a subservient tone.

"After cleaning up from breakfast, I want you to jog back out to the water
plant, since I'm sure that you didn't exercise this weekend, other than
mowing your lawn. While you are out on your run, see if your panties are
still there and let me know when you get back. Oh, and since your such a
good little cock sucker, don't forget to suck someone off while your out on
your jog. I'll have Lisa check your breath when you get back. Then you need
to get the house ready for company tonight, Greg is having his boss over for
dinner. I've taken out the ingredients and here's the list of what you are to
prepare for dinner. You'll need to go over to the liquor store and pick up
some more wine. This time, don't forget to make a date with the clerk.
During the day, I want you to wear the black corset and the light blue skirt,
but before we all get here tonight, change back into your maid's uniform. I
think that is all for now. I've got to go, but if I've forgotten anything,
I'll give you a call." she advised her and left.

Dreading the run, I got out of the bikini, and into my jogging clothes, the
skimpy white shorts, the sports bra and my socks and tennis shoes. After
stretching in front of the house, I was off on my morning jog. This time it
was different, the last time that I went jogging, it was early in the evening,
and cooler. It was much hotter this time and I was soon covered in
perspiration, soaking the crotch of my shorts, as they rubbed irritatingly
through my slit, and my bra was totally drenched, allowing my areolas and
nipples to be easily seen through the semi-transparent, now transparent
material.

As bad as that first jog had been, due to the heat, this time was even worse. I
was huffing and puffing as the sweat just rolled off of my body. I got to the
place where I had left Sheila's panties, and to my utter horror, they were
gone. I kept going and when I got near the guardhouse of the water plant, I
decided that the guard, would be a good choice again, as the booth was air
conditioned, hence it would help cool me off, and maybe I could even get
some water.

There was a different guard in the guardhouse as I reached the gate, he was
much younger than the one the other night. Not only was he younger, he was
quite handsome. "At least it won't be so bad doing it with such a handsome
man." I thought to myself as I kept getting closer to the guard house. 

I slowed to catch my breath again and saw him staring at my heaving chest,
and I knew that he could see my large, erect nipples, right through my bra. I
smiled at him and said, "Hi." 

"Hello." he said in an almost obscene way as he continued starring right at
my exposed nipples.

"Um, mind if I come in and sit down for a minute?" I asked.

"Sure." he smiled. "Come on in!"

I slipped into the cramped kiosk, letting my boobs rub against his chest as I
slid by again. I waited for him to sit down then slid onto his knee.

He slid his hand under my panties and cupped my bare cunt. He grinned at
me with a knowing look, as he easily slipped two fingers into my pussy and
started fingering me rapidly.

I forced myself to grin as he used me and said. "Thanks." as I sank to my
knees and reached for his zipper.

Unlike the evening guard, his cock was huge. I barely was able to slip it into
my mouth and started working it with my tongue, trying to coax his load as
quickly as possible. When I sank my lips to the root, I almost gagged, his
cock was so large.

Although he had a big cock, I didn't have to take as much of a load as the
evening guard had pumped into my sucking mouth and I had to work longer
to make him shoot off. He gripped my head and jammed my face down into
his sweaty crotch as he arched up from his seat. Pressing himself deep into
my mouth, he pumped long hot jets of sperm into my throat. It actually tasted
pretty good, and I eagerly swallowed every drop.

"Um, I'm so thirsty from my run, could I have some water please?" I asked.

"Sure baby! Anything for a woman like you." he said, and pulled a cold
bottle of water from a little ice chest that he had in the booth.

As I drank the cold water, he slipped his hand into my bra, and proceeded to
fondle my breasts and mainly squeeze and pinch my nipples. When I
finished, I said, "Thanks for the water! I've got to go. Got a lot to do today."

"Hey honey, we're just getting started!" he said, grabbing my arm, roughly.

I looked him in the eye and said, "Not today, maybe tomorrow. I've got to
much to do today. I've already taken too much time."

"Alright. But I'm going to hold you to that!" he replied.

The run home was even worse than the run to the plant, as it was hotter now. 
By the time I got to Sheila's house, I thought I'd collapse. I entered through
the side door of the garage, like a good servant, and Lisa was waiting for me
in the kitchen.

"What took you so long?" she asked in an exasperated tone.

"It's a long ways out and back. It's hotter than hot out there and remember,
I had to give someone a blow job, too." I explained.

"Oh that's right. I have to check your breath to make sure you gave someone
some head." she said, with a dirty little smirk on her face. I wanted to slap
her so hard, just to knock that superior look off of her face.

"Yep, there's no question, there's been sperm in here." she said with a nasty
chuckle.

"I have a lot to do today for your mother's party, and I'm supposed to call
her now. So if you don't mind..." I said and walked over to the phone.

"Mrs. Winters please."

"Um, Mrs. Winters. They are gone. Someone has picked them up." I
informed her as I blushed, knowing what that could mean.

"Now, don't forget the wine, and while you're there, don't fuck up this time.
Make the date with the clerk, and don't make it too early in the evening, you
have a job, you know." she said haughtily.

I quickly jumped in the shower as I was covered in sweat and even I could
smell myself I reeked so badly. After drying myself off, I got into my new
uniform, the corset, skirt, hose and high heels. The worse part of the new
outfit was the corset, due to it only having half cups, hence my breasts all
the way down to my nipples would now be on permanent display, and whenever
I bent over, they would fall out and just hang there. I couldn't imagine a
more humiliating way to be dressed. Naked would almost be preferable.

After applying my make-up, and tending to my hair, I quickly set about
getting the house in order for the company tonight. This was really going to
be tough, as I had already lost two hours with the jogging and getting cleaned
up afterwards. Then I had to run over to the liquor store and prepare the
dinner to boot, all by 6:00. Well the dinner wasn't to be served until 7:00,
but it had to be up and everything else ready and presentable.

I didn't give the bedrooms quite the thorough cleaning that I normally did, as
I didn't have the time, and only prayed that it would be acceptable to Sheila. 
I then went to the kitchen, to see what I had to prepare for this evening. I
read the list over in total shock. If I started right now, with everything that
she wanted me to prepare, I might be ready in time, without cleaning
anything else and without going to the liquor store, and I began to cry. I
knew that she had done this on purpose, as an excuse to further humiliate me
and so that she could punish me.

Since it didn't matter what I did, I decided to do the best that I could. I
quickly straightened and wiped down the bathrooms, taking all of the dirty
towels to the laundry shut and putting out new ones. But then while I was
vacuuming, the door bell rang.

"Damn! Who could that be now!" I thought to myself nervously as I went to
see who was at the door, not wanting anyone to see me dressed like this.

I looked through the peep hole first and cursed under my breath. It was Dave
and Jack. Lisa must have told them how busy I was and was further
sabotaging my efforts.

I opened the door and said, with a smile on my face as I had been instructed
to do, "Hi! Are you here to see Lisa?"

"Hey Charlene, nice new uniform. So much the better to see those
wonderfully huge tits of your's." Jack said.

"No Charlene, we're here to see you. Remember Mrs. Winters' instructions,
you're to service us whenever we get horny, and are we ever horny since you
weren't available all weekend." Dave said, with that shit eating grin on his
face that I was now getting used to seeing on him, whenever he came over to
use me.

"Oh boys please, not today. Mrs. Winters has me really busy and I'm
already behind schedule. Could I make it up to you two tomorrow. Please."
I begged.

"Well I don't know." Dave said.

"We're really horny today Charlene." Jack piped up.

"Oh god! I won't finish on time as it is. Please, not today." I begged, with a
little bit of whine in my voice.

The two looked at each other and said, "O.K. Charlene, we'll settle for just
quick blow jobs today, but you'll really have to do something special for us
tomorrow."

I breathed a sigh of relief. A couple of quick blow jobs was going to eat into
my time a lot less than whatever else they had in mind. I quickly got down
on my knees, unzipped their pants and took their cocks out. While sucking
on Dave's cock, I wrapped a hand around Jack's big dick and began jerking
him off to get him hard. I switched back and forth between the two boys,
sucking their dicks and jacking them off until both came, with big loads, in
my mouth and I swallowed most of what they gave me, and used my fingers
to catch what escaped through the corners of my mouth and licked that off of
my fingers.

The most embarrassing part of this particular blow job, was not the fact that I
was doing it, but that because I knew that I had to get over with as quickly as
possible, that I was rapidly deep throating the two of them. They must have
really thought that I was really beginning to enjoy sucking them off, as I
appeared to be doing it so enthusiastically. I had even pulled tricks out of
head, that I'd never used on them before.

The boys then went back to Lisa's room while I went back to work. I was
now in a real panic. I didn't have the extra twenty minutes that they had
wasted and knew that I would be punished for sure.

After vacuuming, I began preparing dinner. I started with the soup, as it
would need to cook a long time on a low fire. Then I made the complicated
salad, that Sheila was insisting that I make. Next I had to bake, from scratch
the desert. After which, I figured I better get over to the liquor store. At
least I'd be able to put something, although equally revealing, on when I
went to the liquor store. 

Sheila had matched things up when we went shopping last Friday. With this
skirt and corset, I could wear one of three blouses. All were low cut, to
expose most of my big cleavage and worse, they were all see through. I
decided with the black corset and light blue skirt, I had better wear the dark
blue top. After putting it on, I looked in the mirror, and to my shock, my
huge areolas were clearly visible right through the material. "Well, it's
better than having them totally naked!" I though to myself as I left for the
store.

The walk was no different than last week. My breasts bounce, swayed and
jiggled and, due to the heat, I perspired profusely, soaking my blouse and
making it even more transparent. I looked around as I entered the store, and
there was my clerk, but today, the store was busy, so I moved to the emptiest
spot of the store, waiting for it to quiet down, so I could get his attention. Of
course the big difference this time, was that I had no panties on under the
very short skirt.

Finally, there were just a few people browsing through the store and I went
over to the wine section. As I had on Friday, I bent over to look on the
bottom shelf. He wasn't looking at that moment but once he did look over
my way, I had his attention. He came right over to ask if I needed any help
today. Again he stood well behind me so that he could stare at my shaved
pussy. Pretending I didn't know what he was looking at, I kept looking along
the shelf and talking over my shoulder. It didn't take as long today for him
to put his hand on me, although this time it was right on my pussy, with two
of his fingers inside of me, as he slowly moved them in and out of my hot hole,
now that we were the only two people in the store.

I asked him, "Wouldn't you really prefer to do this at home in the evening,
where we would have all the time in the world to explore a lot more than just
a quick fuck?"

He looked at me and said, "But I'm married."

I didn't know what to say, I was so embarrassed. Then it hit me and I said,
"How about an hour or so at a motel?"

"I don't know. My wife would certainly get suspicious." he said.

"Well when I check out. I'll give you my phone number, and you can call me
there anytime from early Monday morning until Friday at 5:00." I said.

"Does that mean we can't have a quickie now?" he asked.

I paused and thought it over for a moment. I didn't really have the time, but
if I didn't, he might not call me, and that would make Sheila mad at me.
"Sure, why not!" I said.

We went back into the stockroom, in case anyone walked in. I bent over and
he slipped his average sized dick into my already wet hole. He didn't last
long and blasted a good load into my milking pussy. As I got up to select the
wine and pay for it, I could already feel his cum, running down my legs. I
picked up two bottles, paid for them, gave him my name and phone number,
and then headed back to Sheila's house, my legs now slick to my knees.

When got there, I immediately put the wine in the refrigerator so that they
would be chilled and began working on the entre. I noticed that Lisa had
left, and thanked god that she wouldn't be around to slow me down or
otherwise harass me. 

Although not finished, at 5:30, I had to shower and change, so that I would
look presentable, as such, for her company. A quick shower, without
shampooing my hair again, got out dried, put on the now clean maid's
uniform, stockings, and heels. I quickly touched up my make-up and was
back in the kitchen by 6:00, working on the dinner.

Shortly after I got back to the kitchen, Sheila came home.

"What? Dinner's not ready yet!" she shrieked.

"No mam, but it will be by 7:00, when you said that you wanted to serve it."
I replied.

"Well it damn well better be! You're not going to embarrass me in front of
my company with lame excuses!" she retorted and then went to her bathroom
to freshen up.

"CHARLENE!" I heard her yell, and ran to see what was the matter. Her
bathroom had been trashed. I knew, and I suspect that she knew, that Lisa or
her friends had done this. But I also knew that I would get the blame.

"What is the meaning of this? What did you do, sit around all day and
masturbate?" she asked gruffly.

"No mam. I cleaned you bathroom and had everything straight. I don't
know who came in after I did and did this." I replied weakly.

"You've got a dinner to prepare, so we'll take care of this after our company
leaves. You can better believe we'll handle this." she threatened.

Greg and his boss, Roger Pike, showed up about 6:30 and Greg made them
drinks, while I worked feverishly in the kitchen. My luck held out, I barely
finished right on time, but everything was ready. 

As I placed the salads, the first course on the table, Greg pulled up the back
of my skirt to show his boss what a slut that they had for a maid.

"See, her pussy is shaved and she's not even wearing panties. She's always
ready for a fuck at a moment's notice. She lives for sex." he said proudly.

As I moved over to were Mr. Pike was sitting, he reached under my skirt,
cupped my pussy and rubbed.

"Damn you're right, she's wetter and hotter than a bitch in heat!" he
commented, and then slipped two fingers into my cunt, and proceeded to
finger me as I stood next to him. I even spread me legs wider apart, to give
him easier access.

While he fingered me, I was looking at Sheila, who had a big grin of
approval on her face. Roger didn't stop either, until he brought me off, as I
squealed in delight, much to everyone's amusement. Before I could leave,
Sheila stopped me. She pulled down slightly on the bust of the dress and
breasts popped out.

"Leave it like that." she instructed me.

I was dying inside but put up a brave face, at least until I got into the
kitchen, when I broke down crying. This was worse than giving the anonymous
man in the shopping center parking lot a blow job. This was even worse than
letting the store clerk at the liquor store fuck me twice and have to beg him
to take me out on a date, even if the sole purpose was more sex. This was a
prominent business man, one who might even know Mark. 

I pulled myself back together, got some paper napkins and wiped the tears
from my eyes. I then got the soup ready to take out. Knowing that I
wouldn't be able to hold all of the soups, if they decided on some sort of
repeat performance, I set two bowls down immediately next to Greg, as I
took the third bowl over to their guest first. As I walked over to him, my big
tits bouncing, swaying and jiggling with each step that I took, he just sat
there, openly starring at them.

As I set the bowl down on his plate, taking the empty salad bowl, he reached
up, cupping his hands under my huge tits, and hefted them, weighing them to
feel just how heavy they really were. He then leaned over and sucked my
right nipple into his mouth, suckling on it for about a minute and then
repeated the process with my left nipple. I was so embarrassed, as my
nipples got bigger and harder than they'd been in a long time. It felt so good
having him sucking on my nipples, that I couldn't suppress moaning as he
sucked on them. I hadn't even realized that with my free hand, that I was
holding his head to my breasts as he suckled them right in front of the
Winters.

"That looks better." he said, as he admired how much longer and thicker they
were now and everyone chuckled at my humiliation.

I placed his salad bowl next to the soup bowls, and swapped bowls with
Greg, before taking Sheila's bowl to her.

"You know Roger. I think your right. They do look much better this way. 
Charlene, lean over."
she said.

From her lap, she produced two little rubber bands, like a person wearing
braces would use. She slid them over my throbbing nipples and slid them
right down to the very base, leaving the tight bands trapping my nipples in
their very erect state. Not only was I going to have to keep serving them
with my breasts exposed, now I'd have to do so with my nipples constantly
and fully erect.

Sheila saw the look of shame and horror on my face, as I headed back to the
kitchen. A moment later, she came in and said, "Look Charlene, it's not so
bad. Why don't I make you a cup of tea, to settle your nerves. Go sit down
at the table, and I'll get you your tea."

Little did I suspect, that the tea had been the culprit for my demise all
along, so I went and sat down, glad to get off of my feet with these painful
high heels on for a few minutes. She put the tea in the cup, poured the hot
water in, and brought me the tea.

"I'll come back in and let you know when we're ready for the main course."
she said, in an almost friendly tone of voice.

I sat there drinking my tea, thinking over just how far I had fallen from
where I had been, before that weekend party of Lisa's and Tracy's. I'd been
a good secretary at an insurance agency for 22 years. I was a faithful married
woman and a good mother, who slept at home in her own bed with her
loving husband. Now there was no question about my being unfaithful. 
Heck this very afternoon, I let a man, who was not my husband fuck me.
'Fuck'! I never used that word before! And this morning, I sucked three
different men off, one a total stranger. I now longer was a secretary, I was
now a lowly maid. I only got to sleep in my own bed on weekends, and this
past weekend, not even with my husband, whom I didn't know whether or
not he even still loved me, as he left as soon as I got there. And a good
mother? I don't know, I was this weekend, but what about the other five
days of the week?

My thoughts were interrupted when Sheila came back in to tell me to clear
the table first and then serve the dinner. Both Greg and Roger played with
my naked ass as I took their empty soup bowls, but I was otherwise left
alone. I brought the dinner platters out and set them on the table. Then I
picked each serving dish and took it around the table, allowing them each to
take what they wanted, as they again, played with my pantiless ass and
pussy.

When I was finished, Sheila suggested that I rest and have another cup of tea. 
I returned to the kitchen, and eagerly made myself another cup of tea, then
sat down at the table to relax and enjoy it. It tasted so good, that I made
another cup, while waiting for them to finish their dinner. I was starting to
get a little drowsy, when I heard Sheila call for me, "Charlene!" 

I got up and went back into the dinning room. I don't know why, but she
took one look at me and burst out laughing. Then she said, "I'm sorry
Charlene. Please clear the table, then bring out the desert and the coffee."

"Oh Mrs. Winters." I said, "I'm sorry! I forgot to start the coffee."

Still chuckling to herself she said, "That's O.K. Charlene. Go back into the
kitchen now and turn it on. Then come back out here and start clearing the
table. By the time that you're finished with the dishes, the coffee should be
ready. Oh, and no more tea tonight for you." and she burst out laughing
again.

 "What's so funny?" asked Greg, once Charlene was out of the room.

"You remember that 'tea' that she got into the night of the girl's party?" she
replied.

"Yeah and?" he asked.

"Well she's had some more tonight. She was feeling so bad about herself, I
decided to give her some more." Sheila replied.

"OOOOHHH!" Greg responded.

"O.K. you two. What's going on here?" Roger asked.

"Well you remember the story I told you about how we got Charlene to be
our maid?" he said.

"Yeah." Mr. Pike responded.

"Well, evidently, she still doesn't know it's the 'tea' that she's been drank,
that made her do all those wild things, and Sheila gave her some more
tonight to calm her down." he replied.

"And, I've got an idea for some after dinner entertainment." Sheila
interjected.

"I can't wait!" Roger said, just as Charlene returned from the kitchen.

She began clearing the table as the Winters and their guest laughed and
joked. "At least for the moment, it's not at my expense." she thought to
herself as she took an armload of dishes back to the kitchen. I got Max's
bowl from the garage, and I guess that I didn't see him come into the
kitchen, when I came back in. I scraped the scraps into Max's bowl, so that I
would have something to eat later, when I would be allowed to eat. It took
me twenty minutes to clear the table, put the food away, load those dishes
that I could into the dishwasher and I put the dirtiest of the platters into
the sink to soak. 

I then brought out the fabulous desert that I had spent a good deal of the day
baking and went back to the kitchen for the coffee. I then returned to the
kitchen to start washing those dishes that couldn't go into the dishwasher. 
By the time I was through, they were through with desert and I cleared the
table for a final time, washing those dishes as well, and I turned on the
dishwasher. Just as I did, and was hoping to finally get to eat something
before going to sleep, Sheila called me back into the livingroom.

"Yes Mrs. Winters." I said.

Then, to my surprise, Sheila said, "Charlene, although you're on a diet to
loose some weight put some extra meat in your bowl, as you did a fabulous
job on dinner tonight and made us proud of you. You can even eat in the
kitchen tonight instead of in that cold garage."

Although I blushed, at the thought of eating out of the dog's bowl and even
more so at that thought that someone else now knew it, I hurried back into
the kitchen, and added some extra meat, cutting it up first, as I had to stick
my face into the bowl and not use my hands. I was starved, and other than a
few tastes while cooking, I hadn't had a thing since breakfast this morning,
at 6:00 at my own house. I got down on the floor, my ass towards the dinning
room door, and began to eat.

I was so blitzed and hungry, that as I was sticking my face into the bowl,
eating my dinner, I hadn't even noticed that Max was behind me, between
my unconsciously wide spread thighs, sniffing at my pussy. I also hadn't
noticed just how wet I had become, after drinking the tea. Although I guess I
was dimly aware of Max licking my pussy, to catch all the juices flowing
from it, at the time, I only realized that there was really good feeling
between my legs, but at the time, my hunger was driving me on to eat and to
ignore the sensations coming from between my legs.

Evidently, the more he licked, the faster and more copious my flow became,
and the hornier he got. At some point in time, he mounted me. I know I
should have made him get off of me, but I was so hungry, and didn't want to
share my dinner with him, so I let him have his way with me. He plunged
his big doggie dick into my hot, completely drenched pussy with his first
stab. I howled in pleasure, from the sensation of having his long, thick cock
stretching my pussy out. He immediately began humping his prick into me,
like a jack hammer and I moaned from the pleasurable feelings that he was
giving me. I could feel my hips humping back onto his cock as I continued
eating.

I never saw Sheila come in, but she must have, as I understand that upon
seeing me there on the floor, eating out of the dog dish, my thighs spread far
apart with Max humping away on me and me humping back at him, she
called the others into the kitchen to watch and then had Greg get both the
movie camera and the 35MM camera. I'm sure that the three of them
laughed their heads off, watching me and their dog fucking, while I kneeled
on the floor eating my dinner. The only reason that I even now know that
this is what was happening, was because I've been forced to watch the movie
of me getting fucked by Max and have also seen the prints of the pictures,
though my memory is quite dim of exactly what did occur.

From what I saw of the movie, Max pounded away at me for at least fifteen
minutes, at least that's how long the movie showed it to be, though I know it
had to be longer, as they didn't start filming, right at the beginning. 
Throughout the movie, I heard the three of them laughing at me and joking
about what a slut I was. Most of the sounds, however, were of me grunting
and panting, Max also grunting, and the sloppy wet suctioning sound of his
prick pounding in and out of my overly wet pussy. 

While I was no sexual expert, I could tell that he was fucking me faster than
any man had ever fucked me, and it quickly brought me to a peak very
quickly. I hollered out as I came hard around his prick. As I came, my
muscles all contracted, gripping his cock so tight that he could neither pound
into me nor pull out of me and he growled at me, but a moment later my
muscles relaxed and began massaging his cock as he resumed his jack
hammer rhythm of fucking me. While I was no match for his speed, in the
throes of my orgasm, I certainly tried to keep up with him rocking back and
forth on his rapidly plunging prick.

Sheila then helped me out of my dress, so that I was now naked in front of
the three of them, my huge pendulous tits hanging down almost to the floor,
my nipples fully erect.

"My lord woman! You bring a new meaning to the words 'well endowed'!" 
Mr. Pike exclaimed upon seeing my huge naked tits hanging down as they
did.

I then saw that Mr. Pike was now kneeling in front of me, his pants were
gone and his semi-hard prick was right in front of my face. I didn't even
think, I just opened my mouth and took it inside of me. So there I was,
getting fucked with Max's jack hammer thrusts as I fucked him back as best
as I could, while sucking voraciously on Greg's boss' cock with my mouth. I
saw a few flashes and knew that Sheila had won again, now she had a picture
of me sucking a strange cock while being fucked by her dog, it's long, thick
prick deeply impaling me.

Mr. Pike and Greg kept trading off while Max was fucking me better than
any man ever had. As soon as one would cum, the other would kneel down
in front of me, and I would suck the new cock into my mouth and begin
working on it. Evidently Max didn't mind, the only time I heard him growl
was at the beginning of each of the numerous orgasms that he drove me to,
when my cunt would snap tightly around his prick, trapping him there for a
moment.

"What more could happen to me tonight?" I thought and it was as if I had
wished bad luck on myself. First they took pictures of the two of us from
every angle that you could imagine, more fodder for the fire. Then right after
they put the camera away, in walks Lisa and a group of her friends, both boys
and girls. Sheila made sure that they knew what had taken place, telling
them that I was so horny that I went and got Max to fuck me and now we
were stuck. The kids all laughed at my predicament.

Sheila then suggested, that if the boys were horny, that while I could fuck
them at the moment, that I could still suck them off, and they all took her up
on her offer. I got back up on my hands and knees, as the three boys kneeled
in front of me and fed me their cocks to service them. As I was swallowing
the last of the three loads of cum, Sheila was showing Roger out.

"Well Roger, I certainly hope that you had a good time. Remember, you can
come over any time and do what ever you want with Charlene. As you can
see, she's quite a big slut and cock hound, no pun intended."

Roger laughed at her joke and said, "You can be sure that I'll be dropping by
from time to time to use your slut."

I wanted to die. It had been bad enough the weekend of the party with the
dozen or so friends of Lisa and Tracy, knowing that I had sex with those
three boys, but now it seemed that Sheila was trying to completely destroy
me, make sure that everyone in town, or at least everyone that she knew,
knew that I was her slut and was always available, and I had no idea why she
would do this to me.

Max's cock eventually slid out of my cunt and I guess that Greg must have
carried me back to my bed, Max's bed, in the garage. I was already asleep.


          End Chapter 9

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To be continued in Chapter 10 (Which will detail her Tuesday or Tuesday
and Wednesday activities)

Will the married store clerk agree to take her out on a date? If so, what will
they do and where will they go? If they do go out, will Sheila get involved,
with instructions for Charlene or not?

Who found the panties with "GOOD FOR ONE DATE WITH CHARLENE
HOPKINS" written across the seat of them, and will they contact her? If so,
should we say that Sheila's phone number was also on them and they call to
collect on the date at the Winters house, OR are they going to call her over
the weekend, when she's home with her husband and children?

What about Max, now that he's had a go at her, will their relationship change
from simply being roommates, bunking in the garage together and eating
from the same dog dish, to something more?

What new humiliations does Sheila, Greg and Lisa have in store for her?

And what about Tracy, we haven't seen her in a while?

These and other mysteries of this story can be in your hands. Send your
thoughts on any or all of the above topics, OR come up with one of your own
and send them to me, Ted E. Bear (tedebear690@yahoo.com). If I like it and
it doesn't conflict with what's already transpired in the story, I might just
include your suggestion in the next chapter, or in some later chapter.
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