Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2010 22:35:18 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Coerced Chapters 1-6

Coerced by Kathy B. kathybxx@hotmail.com Chapters 1-8 &  chapter 9- by
2august@homemail.com with 10-11 by :"Ted E. Bear"  tedebear690@yahoo.com"
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It  was a Friday night and I had agreed to watch the teenage daughters of a
friend  of mine. Sheila and her husband were going away and she wanted me
to stay with  Tracy and Lisa. They were both home from college, way too old
for a sitter, but  Sheila was worried about leaving them for very long. Like
a good friend, I  agreed to leave my family and spend the weekend with them.
I fully expected to  spend the weekend watching television and reading,
bored out of my  mind.
We  had just finished cleaning up after a nice supper and were watching
television  when, out of the blue, Tracy asked if I wanted a cup of tea. I said
sure and  offered to fix some for all three of us. Both of them quickly
stood up and  shouted that I should stay put and they would be happy to make
it. I thought  they were acting funny but soon became engrossed in the movie
and forgot the  whole thing.
When  the tea came, I tasted it. "Mmm...! This tastes great! What kind is
it?" I  asked, as I took a bigger sip.
The  girls giggled. "Oh, some eastern blend Mom had," replied Tracy.
Within five minutes I had that cup gone and asked for  another. The girls
quickly made it and I drank it too. I was starting to feel  strange, like
time was slowing down, but just assumed I was tired.
The  next hour or so was somewhat hazy. I noticed both girls on the phone a
lot, but  really did not think it was a problem. Then they both came in and
sat down  beside me.
"Ok,  Mrs. Hopkins. It's time to get ready for the party," said Lisa.
"What  party?"
"You  remember. The party we are throwing tonight. Mom hired you to help,"
said  Tracy.
"She  did? I thought I was baby-sitting."
Lisa  giggled. "Do we look like babies? She hired you to work for us."
"I  guess I must have gotten the wrong idea, but it's probably my fault,"
I said.  "What do I need to do?"
"Well, first you need to get into your clothes," said  Tracy.
"What's wrong with what I have on?" I asked dully.
"If  you are going to work for us, you have to wear the uniform Mom got
you. She  insisted and you agreed when she told you about it. You know how she
likes  people to think we're rich."
"All  right," I said. "If I said I will, then I will." I did not remember
promising  Sheila, but I must have. Knowing Sheila, it was very possible
she wanted me to  wear a uniform.
Tracy  led me into Sheila's bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a very skimpy
maid's  uniform. It was low-cut and had a short skirt. Next to it were black
stockings,  a red garter belt and high heels. It did not look like anything
Sheila would  make me wear. It looked more like something she had bought
for the  bedroom.
I  said exactly that to Tracy, but she insisted I had seen the outfit and
agreed to  take the job, so I got undressed. Lisa brought me more tea that I
drank down. By  now I was so out of it I did not even notice they had me get
dressed without my  bra and panties.
When  I finished dressing, I looked myself over in Sheila's full length
mirror. The  high heels added several inches to my 5'4" frame and also
tightened my calves  and accentuated my full bottom. The dress, a very sexy red and
black mini with a  plunging neckline, pushed my ample breasts up and out.
Although I have always  tried to watch my weight, I had put on some extra
pounds in the last few years  and I was really too plump for this sort of
outfit. There certainly was a lot of  skin showing, both at the top and at the
bottom.
Tracy  brushed out my shoulder length brown hair. She insisted I needed to
redo my  makeup, including ruby red lip gloss. I asked why I needed to get
so dolled up  but the girls just said they wanted me to look nice. every time
I asked a  question they gave me more tea.
I was  just finishing up when the doorbell rang. "Can you get that, please?"
 asked  Lisa. As I walked down the hall my boobs jiggled from the effects
of my high  heels. The dress was so low cut I had a mile of cleavage showing
and as I looked  down I could see part of a nipple peeking out. I tucked it
back in but it was so  close to the edge of my bodice I knew it would not
take much for it to pop out  again.
As I  opened the door three teenage couples poured in. The guys all hooted
at my  outfit as they went past. I blushed and hurried into the kitchen
where Tracy  explained that I was to answer the door and keep the beer glasses
and snack tray  full. For the next hour I was kept hopping as everyone
arrived.  There were lots of couples, but also  several unattached guys and girls.
By the time everyone was there the house was  packed. The party was wild
and everyone was soon half-drunk.
As I  worked my way back and forth through the crowd the boys would comment
on my  outfit and rub up against me. They would ogle my exposed cleavage
and several  times they could see the edges of my nipples before I noticed and
tucked them  back in. Their remarks were usually pretty graphic, describing
my body and how  much of it was exposed. I was still so befuddled it did
not occur to me to  protest their crude suggestions.
Somebody spilled some beer on the carpet and Tracy called to  me to come
clean it up. Without thinking, I got down on my hands and knees and  started
to scrub the stain. I heard two girls behind me gasp, then start to  giggle,
and I realized my dress had ridden up so high they could see my pussy. I
started to get up but Tracy said to keep scrubbing before the carpet got
stained, so I did.
The  girls called some boys over to see and they started laughing as they
stared at  my exposed ass and pussy. I turned scarlet but pretended I didn't
know what was  going on; I hurriedly cleaned the spill and retreated to the
kitchen. As I was  leaving I heard one of the boys tell the other two he
would like to make me suck  his cock until it was rock hard, then fuck my `big
hairy pussy' until I couldn't  walk. He told them they could have `sloppy
seconds' after he was finished  fucking me silly.
When  I got into the kitchen I sat down. I looked down at my hands and
realized I was  shaking. Something seemed very wrong; I was sure I should not be
here, dressed  like this, letting young men I didn't even know make crude
sexual remarks to me.  Unfortunately my mind was so fogged up I was unsure of
exactly why it was wrong,  so I just sat there trying to figure it out.
Lisa  came in and saw me sitting there. "What's the matter? Why do you
look so upset?"  I told her what had happened and what I had heard. "Oh, Mrs.
Hopkins, I'm sure he thought he was  paying you a compliment! You know how
guys are; that's just how they talk to  each other. You should be flattered.
Lots of women would love to have someone  flirt with them like that."
It  had not sounded much like flirting, but I knew Lisa was a nice girl so
I  believed her. If she said it, I was sure it was true. I was in no
condition to  argue.
Lisa  fixed a new pot of that delicious tea and put it on the table beside
me.
"Listen, Mrs. Hopkins. I need to go back in to the party, but  we're all
set for food and punch for right now. We don't really need any more  help
from you until later. Why don't you take a break and stay out here for a  bit?
No one will bother you and I'll call you if we need anything. You just
relax, ok?"
I  nodded, so she left me to my thoughts and my tea.
I  must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I had my head resting
on my  arms and Tracy was gently shaking me awake. I groggily looked around
and tried  to focus on what she was saying to me.
"Mrs.  Hopkins, we have a problem," said Tracy. "We ran out of beer and no
one has  enough money for more. Is there any way you could charge it on
your credit card  and we'll pay you back next week?"
I  nodded. "Sure, Tracy. I know you'll pay me. It must be in my purse." I
laid my  head back down.
She  shook me again. "Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. You need to wake up. You know
we can't  use your cards. You have to go with the guys to buy the beer."
I  still did not move so Tracy and another girl stood me up and gently led
me out  to a waiting car. There were two guys in the front seat and one in
the back.  "These guys will pick it out and carry it for you," Tracy said. "
All you have to  do is pay for it. Thanks!"
Just  before the door of the car closed another guy slid in beside me,
pushing me into  the middle. I looked over at him and realized it was the boy
who had been so  graphic when I was cleaning up the spill. He smiled at me and
said hello, so I  decided maybe Lisa had been right all along about him
being nice and I smiled  back at him. The other three boys also greeted me and
we pulled out.
As  soon as we got going one of the boys produced a small flask of liquor
and passed  it around. When it came to me I said no thanks. The driver looked
in the  rear-view mirror and asked me if I was a prude.
"No,  I'm not a prude. I just don't want a drink right now. Thanks anyway."

"I  don't know, Mrs. Hopkins. I always heard you were pretty straight. I
just never  realized how straight you really are. You don't even drink?"
"Of  course I drink, when I want to. I'm not a prude."
The  boy beside me handed me the flask. "Prove it."
Fine,  I'd show them I was not a prude. I took a small swig and gasped as
the liquor  burned its way down my throat. They said it was just a sip so I
took a bigger  drink. The boys chuckled then and started passing the flask
around again. It  seemed to constantly be in my hand, with someone urging me
to take a drink. I  wanted them to like me and not think I was a prude, so I
drank when they urged  me to. Combined with my already dazed state, my head
was soon  spinning.
Dave,  one of the boys beside me, started asking me questions about my
early years.  "So, Mrs. Hopkins, have you always been pretty conservative, or
were you a  little wilder when you were younger?"
"I'm  not conservative. I'm the same now as I have always been. I like
having fun as  much as the next person."
"Did  you date much when you were a teenager?" asked Brian, the driver.
"Were  you pretty popular?"
"I  guess I was popular, but I didn't go on very many dates. My parents
didn't let  me. They didn't want me to get a `reputation'."
"Were  you attractive? Maybe you just didn't get asked much," said Jack,
from my other  side.
"When  you did go out, did you enjoy the sex? Did you look forward to it?"
asked  Dave.
"I  never had sex on a date," I answered proudly. The boys looked
horrified.
"Never?" gasped Bob. "Didn't anyone even try to feel you up  or anything?"

"No.  They were always perfect gentleman." I thought they would be
impressed with my  chastity. Instead, they saw it as a drawback.
"Maybe they weren't being gentlemen," said Dave. "Maybe they  thought you
were too ugly to fuck."
The  shock of having Dave suggest I was ugly kept me from protesting his
vulgar  language. "I looked just like I do now, only younger. Am I ugly now?"
I  replied.
"You  don't look too bad, just a little plump. It's hard to tell in the
car, though.  Let's get a good look at you, and we'll all decide if we would
have asked you  out," said Dave. "How does that sound?"
I  smiled nervously. "OK. That sounds like a good idea." I wanted them to
like me.  I hoped I looked attractive to them.
Brian  twisted his mirror and the three boys riding turned toward me. I
looked down at  myself. My dress had ridden above my stocking tops, displaying
my pale thighs in  the dim illumination from passing street lights. My
breasts were pushing out of  my top and a long line of cleavage was showing. I
blushed as I realized that the  edge of one nipple was peeking out of my top,
but I didn't want to push it back  while they were looking at me. They would
have been sure I was a prude  then.
They  looked me up and down for a very long moment. Bob was the first to
speak. "I  think you look pretty good," he said. "I think I might have asked
you out if you  were my age. I just can't figure out why nobody ever got
friendly with you on a  date. Is there something wrong with your body or
something?"
I  shook my head. I was beginning to feel like maybe there was something
about me  that wasn't sexy. I took another gulp from the flask.
Jack  spoke up. "Has anyone ever seen your boobs? Did you ever show them to
a guy on a  date? Maybe they are ugly and word got around."
"Just  my doctor and my husband, after we were married." Maybe I was
undesirable, after  all. I felt like I was going to cry.
"I  got an idea," said Dave. "Why don't you show them to us and we'll let
you know  what we think."
"I  don't know... I d-don't think I should do that," I stammered. I
wanted them to  like me, but showing my breasts to them seemed wrong.
"Hey,  no problem," said Jack. "We were just trying to help you out. It's
your call.  Say, did you guys see Katie tonight? That girl looked hot!"
The  boys immediately started discussing Katie and several other girls from
the  party. I felt lonely and ignored. After another drink I took a deep
breath and  turned to Jack.
"I  guess I've changed my mind. I would like to show you my boobs. If I
let you guys  see them, do you promise not to tell anyone?" They looked at
each other, then  nodded their assent.
My  hands shook as I reached up and took hold of the bodice of my dress. I
hesitated  for a few seconds, settling my nerves, then pulled it down and
tucked it under  my breasts. My nipples immediately stiffened in the cool
night air. I waited  with bated breath, hoping the guys liked what they saw.  My
face grew warm and I felt like I was  in another world. No one spoke for
what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, Bob smiled at me. "I think you have very nice tits,  Mrs. Hopkins.
 They sure are big  enough. You have every right to be proud of them. You
are a very sexy  lady."
I  smiled and relaxed. I knew I was plump, but I had always thought my
boobs were  too big and fleshy. They thought I was sexy!
I was  so happy they liked my breasts, I barely heard Bob ask Jack if they
were firm.  Before I could react he reached out and cupped one of them. I
gasped as I felt  his warm hand squeeze my cool flesh but said nothing. His
fingers found my  nipple and it jumped under his caress. As I tried to decide
whether or not I  should protest, Dave did the same thing with my other
boob.  I wasn't sure if I should let them touch  me, but it certainly felt nice,
so what harm could there be in it? I looked  down. I could see my dark
nipples being squeezed by their strong fingers and I  felt myself getting wet.
"For  being such big tits, they're nice and firm," Jack told Bob. "Her
nipples are  very sensitive, too. They're rock hard. I think she likes it. Let'
s take a look  at that pussy you were telling us about, Dave!"
Jack  and Dave each grasped one of my legs and pulled it over onto their
laps.  My dress pushed up almost to my waist  and I was spread wide open,
without any panties on! I tried to pull my legs  closed but I was no match for
them, so I gave up struggling.
"It's  ok, Mrs. Hopkins. We just wanted to see what you look like. We
think you're very  pretty and sexy, don't we guys?" Bob said. They all murmured
their assent. "You  have a very beautiful pussy."
Bob  reached back from the front seat and softly rubbed my knee. Jack and
Dave kept  kneading my breasts as they stared at my pussy. Their other hands
were holding  my legs apart, and they began stroking up and down along my
stockings. Each pass  their hands traveled a little higher and they were soon
caressing my naked  thighs. Bob kept telling me how pretty and sexy I
looked. I laid my head on the  back of the seat and closed my eyes, trying to calm
my thudding  heart.
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Just  as I felt Dave's fingers brush against my pubic hair, Jack leaned
down and  kissed my nipple, tickling it with his tongue. As I jumped in
surprise my  movement pressed my pussy against Dave's hand. He cupped it and gave
it a gentle  squeeze, making me moan. I heard Brian laugh from behind the
wheel and ask what  was happening.
"Well, Mrs. Hopkins is just showing us what she would do if  she were
dating again," said Dave, gently massaging my outer lips. As he rubbed  his hand
up and down the length of my pussy mound he began pressing a finger  against
my already wet slit. "She's all wet and ready for fun. You look  beautiful
too.  Those stuffy old  farts who were afraid to touch you will never know
what they missed. I'll bet  you would have drained them dry, wouldn't you?"
I  giggled. "I'm not sure about that, but thank you." It was hard to
gather my  thoughts, with one guy sucking and kissing my boob and another trying
to insert  a finger into me as a third one watched. Right at that moment, I
felt like the  most popular and desirable girl in the world.
Dave's finger was pressing insistently at my pussy lips and  it wasn't
long before they peeled slowly apart. I was so wet by this time that  he
encountered little resistance as he slid his finger inside me. "God damn,  this
lady is boiling!" he exclaimed. "I'll bet you keep your husband pretty  happy
with this little toy. Are you sure he's the only one who's ever touched
your pussy?"
"He  is. He, and now you, are the only men who have ever played around down
there  like that," I answered. I tried to muster some willpower. "Maybe
you should  stop. I think he might be mad if he saw what you were doing."
"Oh,  no. I think he'd be pleased," said Brian, looking into my eyes in
the mirror.  "Guys want everyone to think their wives are attractive and sexy.
He would be  thrilled that we enjoy looking at your beautiful breasts and
that lovely little  pussy of yours. I'm sure he would consider it a
compliment."
Bob  nodded as he gave me the flask again. I took a nervous gulp. I was so
confused.  I was pretty sure my husband would not think it was a compliment,
but these guys  certainly knew what other men liked and I was in no shape
to argue, so how could  I say they were wrong? They seemed to have my best
interests in mind, and I was  enjoying all the attention they were showering
on me.
Dave  started rubbing my clit and I felt it thicken under his manipulation.
 By now my pussy was very hot and wet and  I was finding it increasingly
difficult to follow what was being said. I  remember hearing Bob tell Brian to
stop the car. I felt the car come to a halt,  then Brian turned and looked
at me, sitting back with my legs wide open and my  tits hanging out while
being sucked and fingered by two young men.
I  looked around. We were parked in a corner of a large parking lot, not
far from a  light pole. I could see a shopping plaza. Most of the stores were
closed and the  lot was nearly deserted. At least no one else was likely to
see me. Brian said  something to Bob that I couldn't catch, who got out and
went into a convenience  store. When he came back to the car he showed me a
small disposable camera, the  kind with a built in flash.
"We  would all like to remember how nice and sexy you look," he said.
Before I could make any protest, he  snapped several pictures of me as the boys
played with me. Well, as long as no  one else saw the pictures I guessed it
would be all right.
"Have  you ever wondered what it would feel like to get fucked by another
man?" asked  Bob as Dave stroked and pinched my excited clit. I groaned and
shook my head.  "You've never wondered how a different cock would feel,
sliding into your nice  hot pussy?" Again I shook my head. "Have you ever even
seen another  cock?"
"No,"  I answered. Suddenly I was ashamed of my limited experience.
"Would you like to see another one? Another cock, that is.  After all, it'
s only fair. We've seen those nice big tits and that hairy pussy  of yours.
Would you like to see us naked? No one will ever know."
Blushing, I said that I would. As Jack and Dave let go of me  I felt a pang
of disappointment, but they returned to playing with me as soon as  their
pants were down. The guys quickly pulled down their pants and underwear,
proudly displaying their already stiff members.
I  never realized until then how different men's penises could be. None of
them  looked exactly like my husband's. One was curved, one was straight,
one looked  almost purple and Jack's penis was at least two inches longer than
my husband's.  I never knew they came in different sizes, either. I was
mesmerized.
"What  do you think?" asked Brian. I gulped. "Go ahead and touch one if
you want. We  don't mind."
I  reached out and touched Bob's cock. He smiled at me, so I wrapped my
fingers  around it. It felt hot to my touch. Slowly, I slid my fingers up and
down it,  enjoying the feel of the rock hard shaft and the spongy head. Dave
resumed  stroking his finger in and out of my pussy while he rubbed my clit
with his  thumb. Groaning, I reached for each hard cock in turn, giving it a
few strokes  and marveling at how different they felt. I ended up with my
hand on Jack's big  cock. It felt satisfyingly thick in my hand.
Bob  handed me the flask again. "You know, Mrs. Hopkins, you look very sexy
right  now. I think your husband would be very proud of you tonight. Did
you know there  were cocks as big as Jack's?" I shook my head. "Now that you'
ve seen it, don't  you wonder what it would feel like inside that nice hot
pussy of yours?" He  snapped a picture of my hand, wrapped around Jack's
cock.
I  tried to clear my head. "Yes...but I'm sure that would be wrong. I can'
t do  that."
"Oh,  you're right, Mrs. Hopkins. It probably would be wrong if he were to
fuck you.  But, if you asked, maybe he would just put it in so you can get
an idea how it  feels. It won't really be fucking, so there shouldn't be
any harm in  it."
I  hesitated. It would be nice to see what it felt like. Would it feel
different  than my husband's? I sighed. I wanted to know.
"All  right. You can put it in. No fucking."
"Absolutely," agreed Jack.
Dave  pulled his hand from my slit and laid my head down in his lap, then
began  rubbing my nipples. Jack pushed one stocking clad leg up over the rear
seat and  the other up into Brian's lap. Brian immediately began rubbing
and massaging my  calf. I looked down as Jack knelt between my legs. Through
the hair I could see  my pussy lips, parted slightly and gleaming with
wetness.  Jack paused, his cock just inches away  from my pussy.
Jack  grasped the shaft of his cock and leaned toward me. I saw the thick
head push  into my pubic hair, then felt it graze the lips of my pussy. He
rubbed it up and  down my slit, getting me ready. With a gentle push I saw the
head disappear and  felt my pussy lips parting as his big cock entered me.
It felt so good I moaned  my pleasure, causing all the boys to chuckle. Jack
pulled his cock back, rubbed  it around my opening again and pushed it back
inside, this time sliding in  several inches along with the head. Again I
moaned; it felt great. He eased out  and pushed in several times, each time
deeper and deeper. Finally I felt his  pelvis press against me and I knew he
was all the way in.
"Well, how does it feel?" he asked.
"Fuller than my husband's does. It feels nice," I answered  dreamily. "I
never knew how different it would feel."
"Let  me ask you a question," said Jack. "Which do you like better?
This...?" he fucked in and out slowly,  each time pushing deep inside me. "Or
this?" Now he started fucking me rapidly,  banging hard into my crotch.
"I  like both. It's in so deep, I feel all stretched out. I think I like
the fast  one better, though," I answered, completely forgetting he had
promised not to  fuck me.
"That  does feel pretty good, doesn't it?" he said as he continued rapidly
thrusting  his cock in and out.
I  heard Bob snap off several more pictures of me as Jack gave me a hard
fuck.  Jack's body was banging into my clit and  I could feel his balls
slapping against my ass with each stroke. He continued  pounding his thick cock
into me I began pushing up against his  thrusts.
Dave  shifted my head on his lap. When I felt his cock touch my lips I
automatically  kissed it. He pressed it harder against my lips and I opened my
mouth, allowing  him to slid his cock into my mouth. It tasted delicious as I
licked the head and  tasted his salty pre-cum. Feeling delightfully wicked,
I started sucking on it.  I wanted these guys to think I was as sexy and
fun as the younger girls they'd  been talking about. As Jack kept up his rapid
fucking of my overheated pussy I  began giving Dave the best blowjob I
could, working my tongue along the  underside  while moving my lips back  and
forth along his hot cock.
"How  is she, boys?" asked Brian.
"Oh,  man, this is one hot broad," answered Jack. "Her pussy is wrapped
around my dick  like a warm glove. This lady likes to fuck."
"She's not a bad cock sucker, either," added Dave. "Come on,  Mrs.
Hopkins.
Suck  my cock. Wouldn't you like a nice creamy load to swallow?"
I  nodded and  sucked hard on his cock  and heard him groan in pleasure.
Pleased that he liked what I was doing, I redoubled my efforts. I twirled  my
tongue around and tickled the underside of his rock-hard dick as he
encouraged me to swallow it all. I wanted to make him happy so I pushed my lips
as far down his cock as I could, coming closer to the base with each  thrust.
 I knew that I was doing a  good job as I felt him stiffen and push his
cock deep into my mouth. I felt Dave  spasm, then flood my mouth with his jism.
Gulping, I felt his thick cum slide  down my throat and into my stomach as
he continued to pump more cum into my  eager mouth. I had never swallowed my
husband's cum before, but I was so horny I  cleaned up every drop of Dave'
s as it shot into my mouth.
"That's a good girl; suck me dry. That was a nice blowjob.  You really
like eating cum, don't you?" he asked. Giggling, I nodded.
Jack's fucking now had me almost ready to cum myself. I felt  myself
getting closer and closer, rising toward a peak. I was almost there when  I felt
him jerk and pump his load deep into my pussy. I groaned in frustration  at
how close I had been to cumming. He pulled out and asked me if I wanted an
orgasm. I nodded eagerly, so he got out of the car and Brian took his  place.
 Without any preliminaries  Brian just slid his cock into my cum-soaked
pussy and started fucking  me.
Brian's technique was very different from Jack's. He  alternated several
hard thrusts with several gentle ones, as well as pausing for  long moments
with his cock nestled deep within me. Every time I got close to  cumming he
sensed it and paused and soon I was begging him to let me cum. He  just
chuckled and kept up his maddeningly erratic style. I almost started crying  when
I felt him add his cum to the load Jack had already deposited inside me. My
 poor hot pussy felt empty when he withdrew. Inquiringly, I looked over at
Bob.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Hopkins?"
I  paused for a long moment, not wanting to say it out loud. Finally I
asked him,  "Aren't you going to...you know...?"
"Aren't I going to what?" Bob was not making this simple for  me. He knew
what I wanted.
"Aren't you going to make love to me?"
"Make  love? Nobody has made love to you yet. Say what really happened. Say
what you  want, and ask me nicely," he grinned at me from the front seat.
"All  right. They fucked me, but I didn't have an orgasm. Will you please
fuck me?" I  lay there, almost naked in the back seat of a car, with my legs
spread and cum  trickling down my crack. All I wanted was to have someone
slide his dick into me  and fuck me until I came. I did not care who did it.
"Well, since you asked so politely, I'll be glad to fuck you,  Mrs.
Hopkins. But what if seeing it  makes the other guys horny again? Will you fuck
them again too?" Bob  asked.
I  nodded desperately. Bob turned me so I was facing the front of the car,
with my  ass on the edge of the rear seat. He eased through between the
seats and lifted  my legs up onto his shoulders. I felt his cock push into my
pussy and he started  up a nice rhythm that soon had me boiling again. I was a
little uncomfortable as  he pressed my neck back against the seat but his
pounding dick soon made me  forget that discomfort. Jack and Brian got on
either side of me and started  sucking and playing with my tits. I was in
heaven.
When  I finally came, I came the hardest I ever have. I closed my eyes and
felt like I  was flying through the middle of an explosion. I screamed and
started bucking my  ass, almost throwing Bob off me, but he managed to keep
fucking me. When I  finally came back to reality he was still pounding into
me.  He finally stiffened and shot his load,  then pulled his cock out of me.
Brian  immediately twisted me toward him and slipped his cock into me. As
he started  fucking me for the second time I hooked my legs behind his ass,
pulling him into  my pussy as far as I could. I was so hot I began having a
small series of  miniature orgasms. I started bucking and jumping like a
madwoman. The boys told  me I was the hottest woman they had fucked in a long
time, making me feel  proud.
One  after another they all fucked me again. Bob and Brian even had me give
them a  blowjob and I tasted my own dried juices on their cocks, a definite
first. By  then I eagerly sucked their cocks as deep into my throat as I
could, swallowing  every drop of cum as it spurted out at me. I was too gone
to care how many times  I got fucked or who I was sucking off.
When  they finally finished I could feel my pussy throbbing from its
workout. It felt  full and well fucked. I looked down at my crotch and I could see
my puffy lips,  red even in the dim light. My nipples were sore from being
sucked and chewed and  even my tongue was tired. All I wanted was to go to
sleep.
We  all got out of the car to straighten out our clothing. My stockings
were all  laddered and torn and my dress was wadded around my waist, but I
tried to make  myself as presentable as I could. I stuffed my boobs back in and
smoothed my  skirt down as best I could. My pussy felt so swollen I was sure
my cunt lips had  to be dangling down below my skirt, but I knew that was
not possible. I took  some satisfaction in the fact that the boys looked
similarly worn  out.
Jack  walked up to me and pulled my top back down. "You look much better
like this. I  like seeing those big tits and fat nipples of yours," he
explained. I protested  but left them out.
After  we all got back into the car, Brian started driving again. We soon
arrived at  the beer store and we all got out and walked to the entrance.
Several youths were lingering near the  entrance. When they saw us they
started shouting and laughing at me.
I  knew I probably looked bad after my gang fuck but I had thought I could
pass  acceptably in public. I could not figure out why they were laughing at
me.  Puzzled, I asked what they were laughing at.
"Maybe they like your tits," Jack chuckled.
I  suddenly realized the top of my dress was still down and everyone could
see my  tits hanging out. I turned scarlet. I turned around and pulled it
back up but  they kept on jeering me. Mustering as much dignity as I could, I
entered the  store, ignoring their catcalls.
I was  glad we were in a store where I did not shop. I was sure the clerk
could tell I  had just been fucked long and hard by the guys I was with. As
quickly as  possible I signed the credit slip and returned to the car. The
boys soon  returned with the beer and we started back.
As  soon as we pulled out Dave eased my top down again and started sucking
on my  tits. I made no protest as he also worked a hand under my dress and
began  stroking my pussy. I fell asleep with him playing with my tits and
pussy and did  not awaken until he gently shook me as we turned into Sheila's
street.
I put  myself back together yet again and made my way inside, with Bob
helping me.  Tracy met us at the door.
"Well, you might as well put her in bed. She's not going to  be much good
now," she said as she looked me over.
Jack  chuckled. "She has a right to be tired. She's had a really big
workout. Once we  got her started, she turned out to be a pretty hot fuck. She
satisfied all of  us."
As  they eased me into bed, I heard her tell Jack, "Remember, this is a
one-time  thing. You promised you'd leave her alone after this."
The  last thing I heard was Jack's reply.
"Absolutely. This was a one-time thing..."
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I  woke up Saturday morning feeling a little fuzzy-headed, but nothing
really  extreme. I couldn't remember much from the night before, although I did
remember  I was spending the weekend with Sheila's daughters and I vaguely
remembered we'd  been at a party the night before. I assumed I'd just had a
little too much to  drink and was battling a hangover.
I did  remember having some really erotic dreams after I went to bed.
Trying to recall  the dreams, I reached down and cupped my pussy. I was surprised
to feel how  swollen and hot it was. I giggled to myself. It wasn't the
first time I'd  masturbated in my sleep. I must have been pretty horny. It felt
like I'd been  rubbing my cunt all night.
I  took a long hot shower and felt pretty good. After dressing, I headed
downstairs  but both Lisa and Tracy were gone. I don't usually eat much
breakfast so I just  had a couple of pieces of toast. As I was buttering it I
noticed a box of tea on  the counter. THAT I remembered. It was the most
delicious tea I'd ever had. I  made a pot of it and went out onto the patio with
the paper.
I  drank tea and read for a little while but then everything got hazy
again. I  thought I must be catching a bug or something, I was so muddled this
weekend.  The sun was warm on me so  I decided to nap in the heat and try to
bake it out.
I  think I'd dozed for an hour or so when three boys came around the corner
of the  house. I knew I'd met them the night before but for the life of me
I couldn't  think of their names.
"Hi,  Mrs. Hopkins. How are you feeling?" the first one asked me. When I
just looked  at him without answering, he continued, "It's me, Brian.
Remember?"
I  nodded groggily. "Hi, Brian."
"What's the matter with her?" I heard another one ask. "Oh,  shit guys.
She got into the goodies again." He picked up the teapot and sniffed  it. "
What do you think, Jack. Should we go again?"
Jack  looked at me. "What the hell, why not? Mrs. Hopkins, why are you
sunbathing with  all your clothes on? Don't you want a nice tan?"
"Y-yes, but people might see me."
"Nobody will see you back here but us and we've already seen  you naked,
remember? Why don't you get a nice golden tan for us?"
I  giggled. "Ok." It seemed like a good idea. I quickly stripped down then
reclined  on the lounge. I saw Brian carry my clothes into the house while
Brian carried  my clothes into the house. A few minutes later he emerged
with some baby  oil.
"Mrs.  Hopkins, you better let Dave rub some lotion on you. Those big tits
of yours  will cook pretty quick in this sun." When I nodded he threw the
lotion to the  third boy. Dave came over to me and stood grinning at me as he
flipped open the  top on the lotion. With one smooth motion he squirted a
line of oil that began  at my throat, ran down the middle of my chest and
stomach into my pussy hair  then back up to loop around each nipple. The oil was
cold compared to my  overheated skin and I shivered, making my boobs wobble
violently from side to  side. Dave laughed.
"Easy  there, Mrs. H. You shake those things like a two-dollar stripper. He
sat beside  me on the lounge and started rubbing the oil in. He began on my
stomach, rubbing  and rubbing until the oil heated up and was worked
completely into my skin. He  moved up to my boobs and began working the oil into
them. I could feel my  nipples stiffen as he rubbed. They got so hard they
felt like they were going to  pop right off my chest. I began moaning as I got
aroused.
After  finishing my arms and legs, Dave returned to my pussy. He gave it
another  liberal squirt of oil and rubbed the oil all over it, inside and out.
 "We don't want this hot little cunt to  get a bad sunburn, do we?" Dave
asked as he worked two or three fingers into my  pussy. "I've got a feeling
this pussy is going to be out in the light of day a  lot more from now on.
We want it to look good."
When  he finished, Dave went over and sat down with the guys. They opened
beers and  left me alone. I dozed, on and off, for the next hour or so. At
one point I felt  someone lift my hand and place it on my pussy. Already hot
from the sun and  being rubbed and stroked, it twitched when I touched it so
I slowly rubbed my  clit as I lay there. I thought I heard a camera but I
couldn't be sure and quite  frankly, I didn't much care.
I  felt a hand shaking me awake. "Time to turn over, Mrs. Hopkins. you don'
t want  to burn your tits." Brian helped me sit up and fed me some tea. I
sipped it  thirstily.
"Thank you. You guys are so nice to me."
Brian  chuckled. "That's because you're nice to us, Mrs. Hopkins. We love
helping horny  old ladies with big tits and hungry pussies. Now lay on your
stomach."
I  turned over and laid down again. I could feel my boobs squash under my
weight  and my nipples pressed through the webbing on the lounger. Brian
noticed and  reached under, rubbing them and then pulling on them to make them
stick out  further. They were still covered in oil and slippery so he was
able to pull out  some of my tit out too, but not all of them. After flicking
my nipples a few  times, he took the bottle and squirted oil along my back
and down my ass  crack.
As  Brian started rubbing oil into my shoulders I could feel a thick
trickle ooze  between my cheeks and down my aroused pussy lips. I wanted to put my
hand back  into my crotch but I couldn't reach in this position so I
pillowed my head on my  arms and closed my eyes.
Brian  worked his way down my back and thoroughly rubbed oil into each
cheek of my ass,  commenting to the other boys on how large and meaty they were.
I smiled to  myself, happy they liked me. Brian started rubbing oil up and
down through my  crack, pulling my cheeks apart.
"If  you get a burn there you won't be able to sit down. Just keep
snoozing, Mrs.  Hopkins," Jack called over to me from his chair as Brian kept
rubbing oil into  my asscrack and pussy from behind. He would occasionally squirt
more oil down my  butt so I was really slicked up.
Each  pass up and down my crack, he would drag his fingers across my
asshole.  At first it twitched and puckered each  time he touched it but
eventually I relaxed and stopped reacting involuntarily  to each touch of his
fingers. As I dozed off I felt his fingers pressing harder  and harder with each
pass. Soon his finger popped inside my asshole. I felt him  run it in smoothly
until his hand pressed against my ass then ease it back out  and continue
up over my cheeks. The next pass he repeated the process, in and  out.
Soon  Brian was pushing two fingers into my asshole. I was so oiled up I
felt no pain,  even though I'd never had anything in my ass before. In fact,
it felt pretty  good and I found myself pushing my ass back against his hand
as he finger-fucked  me. It felt so good that I groaned when I felt him pull
out and stand  up.
I  heard a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll put it back in a minute. Do you
like having  something up that lovely ass of yours?"
"Yes," I murmured sleepily. "Please put it back."
"No  problem, Mrs. H." I felt Brian get back on the lounge and soon felt
the now  familiar press against my sphincter. A slight push against my greasy
asshole and  he slid smoothly into me. It wasn't until I felt his body
press down on me that  I realized it wasn't his fingers. I started to rise in
protest but the weight of  his body held me down.
"Oh,  yeah! Push that sweet ass back against me, baby," Brian grunted as
he started  moving his cock in and out of my ass. I'd always heard anal sex
hurt but this  felt terrific. I could feel my cunt throbbing as it picked up
the rhythm of  Brian's cock and began building toward an orgasm.
"How's her ass, Brian?" Jack called. "Is she a  three-holer?"
"Man  is she ever!" Brian gasped as he banged into me. "Her pussy might be
a little  loose but her asshole is as tight as a teenager's. Oh, shit. She'
s too hot; I'm  cumming!" With a shudder he buried his cock deep in my ass
and I felt him twitch  as he pumped his sperm into me. He collapsed on my
back, pressing me tight  against the lounger.
"Hey,  get off her," I heard Dave say. "I want some of that ass too."
Brian  pushed off me. I felt his cock pull from my asshole as he stood.
Reaching down, he pulled my cheeks apart  and I heard the camera snap and the
two boys laugh as my asshole slowly closed  up. Dave then got behind me and
quickly fed his cock into my now hungry ass,  while Brian went back and sat
with Jack.
I  felt myself heading toward orgasm as Dave humped me hard but I was still
not  there when he too spurted his cum up my ass. I was relieved when Jack
rose and  pulled off his shorts. After Dave moved out of the way Jack
squirted some more  oil into my crack and slid his big cock up my ass in one long
push. I giggled  and pushed back against his crotch.
Jack  and I fucked for several minutes and I was almost ready to orgasm
when I heard a  voice.
"Hey!  You guys promised!" I lifted my head to see Lisa and Tracy, arms
loaded with  groceries.
Jack  quickly pulled out and scrambled to his feet, his thick cock bobbing
obscenely.  "It's not our fault, Tracy. She got into the tea again and we
found her lying  out here. We figured, what the hell..."
Lisa  made a face. "You guys are pigs. Do you get off, fucking an old lady?
Do  whatever you want."
Jack  grinned and quickly got behind me. I pushed back as he began fucking
me again.  "Yeah we get off. She gets us off, don't you Mrs. Hopkins?
Besides, she's not  too old. Just nicely broken in. I think this bitch has lots
of fucks left in  her."
Tracy  walked over and squatted down beside the lounge. I lifted my head as
she looked  me over. I could feel Jack's thick cock sawing in and out of my
ass as Tracy  smiled at me. She reached underneath the lounger and started
pulling gently on  my nipples, still pushing through the webbing.
"Is  that true, Mrs. Hopkins?" Tracy asked me as she milked my throbbing
nipples. "Do  you have lots of fucks left in you?"
I was  so horny I nodded. Tracy gave me a disgusted look as she let go of
my nipples  and stood up. She picked the camera up from the table and snapped
several  pictures of me, groaning in ecstasy as Jack fucked my ass.
I  still hadn't cum yet when I felt Jack shudder and add his cum to the
other two  loads in my ass. When he pulled out and spread my asscheeks, my
asshole gaped  open. I squeezed it shut and Jack laughed when it slowly opened
back up again.  He asked Tracy to take a couple of shots of my asshole.
I  started to reach back between my legs to finish myself off when I felt
Jack push  my hand away.
"Not  yet, baby. You just snooze while we have another beer. We'll finish
you off once  we rest up. I want you nice and horny."
I  protested but did as he told me. The hot sun soon had me nearly asleep
while my  new friends sat in the shade, talking quietly and sipping their
beer. I could  feel the sweat form and run off my body as I lay there.
I  think I slept for about half an hour or so. I felt someone crawl under
the  lounger and brush across my nipples, then gently start licking them. It
felt  like Brian but I was sleepy and it felt so good I just kept my eyes
closed,  enjoying the sensation as he licked first one sweaty nipple, then the
other. I  started grinding my crotch against the lounger, hoping he would
hurry up and  fuck me so I could cum.
"Ewwww, that's sick," I heard Tracy say. I heard laughter as  I opened my
eyes and looked over into the shade. It took me a minute to focus  but when
I did I saw everybody sitting there, the three boys laughing while the
girls looked disgusted.
Everybody? Then who was licking my nipples? I looked through  the webbing
and saw a large brown dog lapping at my breasts where they pressed  through.
I gasped and started to pull up but Tracy was quickly beside the  lounger,
pressing down on the back of my neck so I couldn't lift up. When I  started
to struggle she reached down between my legs and gave my pussy a gentle  rub.
"There, there, just lay still. You seem to like it, so don't  get up. I'll
play with your pussy if you calm down." As she slowly stroked my  pussy
lips with her long nails, I stopped fighting and relaxed. "Good girl," she
patted my head. "You really are a slut pig, aren't you?"
I  heard more pictures being taken, then Tracy stopped playing with me and
stood  up. The dog licked me for a few more minutes, then I felt my nipples
rub across  his back as he crawled out from under me. He trotted back out of
the  yard.
"Ok,  Mrs. Hopkins," I heard Jack call me. "Come on over here and suck us
hard again.  We'll give you that orgasm you're aching for." When I sat up
and started to  stand Tracy interrupted.
"No,  no, I think you should crawl, Mrs. Hopkins. Horny sluts like you
should crawl to  get their cock, or go without."
I was  so horny I didn't want to go without cock so I got down on all fours
and started  crawling across the yard. I could feel the grass brushing
across my nipples as  my boobs hung down, swinging as I made my way to my new
friends. I crawled to  Jack first, wanting that big cock pounding my pussy as
soon as possible. I  reached out to grab it but he pushed my hands away.
"No  hands, Mrs. H. Just use that hot mouth of yours. Suck me off, then I'
ll give you  a good fuck."
I  complied, licking the end of his cock until it stiffened, then dipping
my head  and capturing it between my lips. My pussy was crying to be fucked
as I eagerly  sucked him hard and started pushing my mouth down his thick
shaft. In no time I  had his cock glistening with saliva as I sucked hard on
it.
"Oh,  what a great cocksucker she is," Jack moaned. "How does my cock
taste?
Can  you taste your own shit, you slut?"
I was  so horny I hadn't even thought about how dirty their cocks were. It
was too late  to worry about it then so I kept sucking and slurping. They
took more pictures  of me kneeling between Jack's legs as I blew him, finally
taking his load deep  into my throat. I licked his cock clean, swallowing
every drop, then crawled  over to Dave and began tonguing him.
He  pulled my head off his cock and pushed me away. "I'm not next. You
skipped  somebody."
I  looked up, confused. I had blown Jack and Dave was next in line.
"You  forgot me," Lisa spoke up, sitting in between the two guys. I hadn't
even  thought of her. As I looked at her, she spread her legs and pulled
her panties  aside. "C'mon, slut. Start eating or you don't get to cum."
I  crawled between Lisa's legs and stared at her pussy, all nicely trimmed
and neat  looking. When I hesitated she grasped my head and pulled it
against her crotch.  Not knowing what else to do, I kissed her. She gave me
instructions and I soon  learned how to eat pussy, sucking on her clit until she
had the orgasm I was  dying for.
I was  then allowed to suck off Dave and Brian and eat Tracy to an orgasm.
I really got  into it after a while, enjoying the thick globs of cum as it
slid down my  throat. I even started liking the tangy flavor of Tracy's pussy
as I chewed on  her lips and thrust my tongue deep up inside her.
Finally, I had made everyone else cum and it was time for my  orgasm. I
looked around to see who was going to fuck me. Jack told me to crawl  back out
into the sun in front of them.
"You  get started and one of us will join you. You need to do a good job
masturbating.  Show us how hot that pussy of yours can get," he told me.
My  body was screaming for release so I had no choice but to do as I was
told.  I crawled in front of them and lowered  my head to the ground, my ass
high in the air and facing them. Reaching back  between my legs with my hand,
I alternated pinching my clit and sawing my  fingers deep into my hungry
cunt. I heard them giggling and snapping pictures  but I was too far gone to
care, desperate to please them so they would fuck me  and let me cum.
They  never helped me. I finally got myself off, shuddering in the grass
and pushing  my ass back at the open air as they told me what a horny pig I
was.  They took a few more pictures as I laid  there with my fingers buried in
my pussy, resting.
I  felt myself falling asleep as they got up and went into the house. I
knew I  should get up but I was too tired so I slept right there, in the yard
with my  head down and my ass high in the air, the breeze tickling my tender
asshole.
Coerced Chapter  4
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This  time when I woke up I knew I hadn't been dreaming. I was lying
facedown in the  yard, naked and alone, my ass, pussy and thighs sticky with cum.
I realized, too  late, that Friday night was no dream either, but a sad
reality. I looked around  but there was nothing to cover up with. After looking
around to make sure nobody  could see me, I dashed quickly for the house.
I  stepped inside and slammed the door behind me, then ran to the guest
room.
I  spent the rest of the weekend in my room, emerging only when I was sure
nobody  was home. I avoided talking to Tracy and Lisa, pretending to be
asleep when they  knocked on the door. As soon as Sheila got home, I pretended I
didn't feel well  and rushed home.
I  couldn't believe what I'd done. After living as a model citizen for 40
years,  trying hard to be a good wife and mother, I'd thrown it all away in
a day and a  half of lust and depravity. What would I do if my husband and
children found  out? What would I do if my boss ever found out? I'd been a
secretary at the  insurance agency for 22 years. I knew I was a good secretary
but their business  was dependent on the people of the community; I'd be
dismissed in a heartbeat if  I was found out. I was determined not to let that
happen. I'd just avoid  everyone involved and let the whole thing die down.
Everything seemed fine for several months. I finally felt  like I was back
to normal. We'd even seen Sheila and Greg socially a few times  and I
thought the kids must have kept it to themselves. I was sure I was  probably the
subject of a few gross stories in their dorms but there wasn't much  I could
do about that. In fact, I'd pretty much pushed it out of my mind so I
really didn't get alarmed when I came home from work one day and saw Sheila,
Lisa and my husband sitting in the living room.
I  started to panic when I saw the anger in Mark's eyes. "Charlene, Sheila
says you  seduced several of her daughters' friends a few months ago. I
told her to get  the hell out of my house but she wanted to hear it from you."
I  tried to cover the fear in my eyes. "Mark, you know I'd never do
anything like  that. I can't believe she'd say such a thing."
Lisa  spoke up. "You slept with my boyfriend and then tried to have sex
with Tracy and  me too."
"That's a lie!" I screamed. "Don't you dare say such a  thing!"
Mark  turned to Sheila. "Sheila, I don't know what's come over you or that
daughter of  yours, but if you're not out of my house in one minute, I'm
calling the  police."
Through all that, Sheila sat calmly on the end of the couch.  "Mark, when
my daughter comes to me and tells me she was molested, I have no  reason..."
"That's it!" Mark interrupted. "I'm pressing charges." He  picked up the
phone and started dialing.
Sheila continued as if he hadn't spoken. "...no reason not to  believe
her, especially when she shows me proof." She threw something into  Mark's
lap. He took one look and hung up the phone.
As  soon as I saw what he was looking at, I ran into the bathroom and threw
up. It  was a picture of me, in a car. My dress was pulled down so you
could see my  breasts. My hairy pussy framed the base of one cock and I was
sucking on  another. From the look on my face, it was obvious that I was loving
every minute  of it. The two boys whose cocks I was draining were grinning
at the  camera.
I  stayed in the bathroom as long as I could. When I finally came out, Mark
was  pale and Sheila looked smug. I sat down on the arm of his chair and
tried to  take his hand but he wouldn't let me. Sheila spoke first.
"Charlene, I think you've done a horrible thing but I don't  want you to
go to prison. Your children are too young and I think they still  need a
mother, even a lousy one like you. However, I think you need to be  punished for
what you did. I have suggested, and Mark has agreed, that the best
punishment will be for you to come to work for me for two years. I've always
wanted a maid and you will do it. If you do it without complaint, I won't press
charges against you for molesting my kids."
I  looked at Mark. "I think it's fair," he said. It will mean quitting
your job but  you can find another one. You will stay at Sheila and Greg's
during the week and  you can come home from Saturday until Monday. That will
give you a chance to see  the kids. Sheila, I'm sorry I didn't believe you."
He hesitated. "I think I need  some time to figure things out, too."
I  burst into tears. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know why it happened. I
love  you."
Sheila stood up. "Come on, Charlene. You can get started  tonight."
I  followed, still crying. I wasn't even going to be able to say good-bye!
Mark turned his back on me and walked  away. We got outside and I started
to get into Sheila's car, but she stopped  me.
"My  employees don't ride in my car and I don't want your car clogging my
driveway.  You can walk."
"Walk? You can't be serious," I protested. "It's all the way  across
town!
Sheila, be reasonable."
Before I even knew what was happening, Sheila slapped me hard  across the
face. " Let's get this clear. I'm disgusted with you for what you  did. I
agreed to let you work for me so you didn't have to go to jail but I  intend
to see to it you are punished for your crimes. Don't you EVER question  one
of my instructions again. I said you will walk so you better walk, either to
my house or to the police. Which will it be?"
Tears  were streaming down my face as I answered, "I'll walk to your house.
"
"I  think you mean, `Please may I walk to your house, don't you?"
I  sniffed, "Please may I walk to your house, Sheila?"
Sheila smiled. "Yes, Charlene, you may. But from now on you  will address
me properly. You will always call me `ma'am' or Mrs. Winters but  never `
Sheila.' You will call everyone in my house `sir' or `ma'am' and if they
are in my house they are my guests, so you must consider a request from them
a  request from me. Do you understand?"
I was  embarrassed. We were standing in my driveway and Sheila was not
trying to be  quiet. I nodded quickly, hoping this would all be over.
"Good  girl. Stop crying, too. I'm sick of your blubbering. You got into
this mess, now  you must live with it. I expect you at the house in half an
hour. I want supper  ready when Greg gets home." Sheila got in the car and
drove off, with Lisa  snickering beside her.
I  walked as fast as I could and made it to Sheila's house just before the
deadline. I walked up to the front door but found it locked. I rang the
doorbell  and waited. When Sheila came to the door she looked angry.
"Servants don't use the front door. Come in through the  garage." She
slammed the door in my face.
On  the way over I made up my mind not to get mad so I went around to the
garage and  tried the side door. it too was locked. This time Sheila was
smiling when she  answered.
"That's much better. However, you will have to wear a  uniform. Take off
all your clothes and put them into this box." She handed me a  cardboard box.
Without arguing, I stripped off my dress and slip and stood  there in my
bra and panties, praying Greg wouldn't come home and open the garage  door.
When Sheila just looked at me, I realized she wanted my underwear to go  into
the box as well. Finally, I stood shivering in the garage, naked and
waiting for my ordeal to end.
Sheila took the box into the house, then returned with  another. "I believe
this is yours." The box contained the outfit I'd worn at the  party,
complete with a new pair of stockings and heels. Before I could say  anything she
closed the door in my face. As small as the outfit was, it was  preferable
to being naked so I quickly dressed and went into the  kitchen.
Sheila laughed at me in my uniform. I flushed but started  fixing some
dinner.  She sat at the  kitchen table, drinking coffee and directing me. When I
bent over to get a  casserole dish, she hooted and I knew she'd seen my
bare pussy.  After I got the casserole into the oven,  she spoke.
"I  don't want that hairy thing uncovered in my kitchen. While dinner is
cooking, I  want you to go shave all the hair off it." I opened my mouth to
protest but she  must have anticipated it. "If you complain, I will take you
for a haircut  tomorrow morning."
I  went into the bathroom and shaved my pussy. I'd never done it before and
it took  me quite a while but I eventually got it pretty smooth. After
cleaning up, I  returned to the kitchen.
"Bend  over the table," Sheila ordered. "I want to make sure you did a
good job." I  flushed but bent over, then moved my feet apart when she told me
to.
"I  can't figure out why those boys wanted to fuck you anyway, Charlene.
Your pussy  is huge; mine is much tighter." Sheila ridiculed me.
"I  agree, honey. Your pussy is much tighter," I heard a male voice, Greg,
behind  me. I started to jump up but Sheila told me to stay bent over. I
felt a thick  finger part my swollen lips and slide easily into my cunt. "Is
this our new  maid? Why is her pussy so wet?"
"She's a slut, that's why," Sheila replied. "Look how loose  it is from
all the fucking she does."
Greg  pulled his finger from my cunt and laughed. "Well, you know how it is
with the  help, honey. All they think about is food and fucking. Where's
dinner?"
"It  would be ready if Charlene would get going," Sheila grabbed Greg by
the arm and  led him from the kitchen. I was flushed and panting from
embarrassment. I didn't  know how I was going to face these two, day after day.
Dinner went well. I served them, then ate my own meal, in the  kitchen.
Sheila told me I could only sit at the kitchen table or in my room,  anywhere
else I must either stand or sit on the floor. I was so tired and  humiliated
that I didn't argue.
About  eight PM I was called into the living room. Lisa was home again and
she and her  parents were sitting around the room.
"Charlene, we're bored. Why don't you entertain us?" Sheila  asked.
"Yes,  ma'am," I replied. "What would you like?"
"Lisa  tells us you masturbated to entertain her and her friends. Why don'
t you do  that?" Sheila smirked.
I  opened my mouth to cry out but realized I had no choice. How could I
willing  masturbate for a group of teens, then refuse adults? So I turned
around and got  down on all fours.
It  took me a while to get myself aroused. It didn't help that the three of
them  chatted and laughed while I knelt there, rubbing my bud and driving
two fingers  in and out of my pussy. Finally, it started to heat up and I
eventually managed  a small orgasm.
Sheila gave me permission to stand up. "Not bad, but tomorrow  bring a
dildo in with you. The only way to keep you happy is to stuff something  in that
fat pussy of yours. You started out poorly but you were pretty good
tonight, you may sleep in the basement. Don't get used to it, though. If you
disobey me, you will find yourself sleeping in the garage."
I  hurried down cellar and made a bed over near the furnace. Since I had no
other  clothes with me, I had to sleep naked. For the first time since I
was a little  girl, I cried myself to sleep.
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I  slept poorly that night, shivering on the cold floor. I used the time to
 consider my choices. It was obvious that Sheila didn't just want a maid,
she  wanted to humiliate me sexually. The fact that she was my best friend
seemed to  make no difference. If I stayed, it would only get worse. On the
other hand, I  didn't want to go to prison. In addition to the terrors I'd
face in prison, my  career would be ruined and my children would be teased
mercilessly in  school.
I'd  like to say I made my decision based on what was best for my family,
but I'm  weak. As bad as I knew Sheila would make my life, I was sure it
would be better  than going to prison. I resolved to do the best job I could as
Sheila's  maid.
At  peace with my decision, I finally slept. My slumber was shattered when
my rear  end exploded in pain. I screamed and jumped to my feet, turning to
see a glaring  Sheila, tapping a yardstick against her thigh.
"I  expect my coffee ready when I wake up in the morning," Sheila said as
I rubbed  the welt on my ass. I scrambled to get dressed as she complained.
"You're a fat, lazy slut. I can see I  have a lot of work to do, training
you."
"I'm  sorry, Sheila," I said as I bent over to pull my stockings on. "I'
ll do a good  job, I promise."
SWISH  CRACK!! My ass exploded in pain again. I howled and danced around.
"What  did you call me?" Sheila asked quietly.
"Owww, I'm s-sorry. I meant Mrs. Winters. I'll be better,  Mrs. Winters."
"See  to it you do. Now go fix my coffee and make my husband some
breakfast."
I  scrambled up the stairs, pulling my heels on as I ran. Sheila followed
me up the  stairs and sat at the table as I hurried to prepare breakfast. She
was sipping  her coffee and I was just putting his breakfast on the table
as Greg came in,  immaculately attired in an expensive suit.
He  looked at me and chuckled. "Nice hair, Charlene."
I  blushed as Sheila replied. "The lazy bitch overslept. Look at her. No
makeup,  her hair isn't combed, she's a mess. Don't worry, I'll punish her
later. She'll  be up on time tomorrow, I guarantee it."
"I'll  leave that up to you, honey. Don't let her take advantage of you,"
Greg said as  he started to eat.
I  stood quietly as Sheila and Greg ate, refilling cups and delivering
food.  Greg had his head buried in the  newspaper when Sheila called his
attention to me again.
"Honey, do you think Charlene is fat? She looks a little  pudgy to me." I
felt tears well up in my eyes as my best friend attacked  me.
Greg  lifted his head and looked at me. "Not much. She just has really big
tits. I  think the nipples are supposed to be covered, Charlene." He grinned
as I quickly  tucked myself back in.
"You  didn't see her flopped naked on the floor, sleeping," Sheila argued.
"I'm  telling you, she's fat. Charlene, take off your dress and show Mr.
Winters how fat you are."
"Yes,  ma'am." I cried softly as I pulled the dress over my head.
"Now  step over here, lift your arms and turn around so he can see all of
you."
Greg  looked me over from head to toe. "I still don't think she's very
fat.  She's got a little bit of a belly and  her boobs hang down, but her legs
are pretty good and she doesn't have a double  chin or anything. She's no
spring chicken, you know."
Lisa  walked into the room and took in the sight of me, naked in her
kitchen, as she  slipped onto her chair. "What's going on?" she asked, sleepily.
"Honey, do you think Charlene is overweight? Your father says  she's just
old and saggy but I think she's fat. What do you think?"
Lisa  didn't even bother looking at me again. "You're both right but you
missed the  biggie. She's out of shape."
Sheila snapped her fingers. "You're right, darling. That's  what it is.
Charlene, today we're  going to start a diet and exercise program for you. I
won't have people thinking  my maid is a slob."
"Yes,  Mrs. Winters," I replied.
"Please give Lisa her breakfast now." When I reached for my  dress, Sheila'
s voice took on an ominous quality. "I said, `NOW'." I quickly  dropped
it and hurried to do as I was told.
I  stayed naked while everyone ate breakfast and Greg left for work. When I
started  to clear the dishes, Sheila told me to scrape the plates into the
dog's dish. I  went out into the garage and emptied the leftovers on top of
Max's dog food. He  must have heard the silverware clinking because he came
bounding through his  doggie door and immediately began wolfing his food.
When  I returned to the kitchen, Sheila commented. "That was fast. Weren't
you  hungry?"
I  looked at her, puzzled. "I'm hungry, why?"
"It  didn't take you long to eat."
"I  don't understand," I replied, confused.
Sheila looked at me like I was a moron. "Those leftovers are  for you. From
now on, you can only eat what is left over on our plates. It will  help you
lose weight."
"But  you told me to put it in Max's dish," I protested.
"Right. That's your dish too, starting today."
"I  can't eat out of that dish. It's dirty, it had dog food already in it
and Max  ate the food as soon as I put it in."
"If  it's dirty, wash it. A little dog food won't hurt you and if you get
hungry  enough, you'll learn to eat before Max gets it all. Next time be a
little  faster." We both heard the doorbell ring. "Go answer that. I need to
get  something from upstairs."
"I'm  naked," I protested.
Sheila leaned in close. "Listen, bitch. I didn't start this  mess, you
did. If you think things are bad now, believe when I say they can get  much
worse.  Answer the damn  door."
I  hurried to the front door, wearing only my heels and stockings. Peeking
out, I  saw Dave. He grinned at me as I let him in.
"Nice  outfit, Mrs. Hopkins." he patted my ass.
"Call  her Charlene," Lisa called from the living room. "She's our new
maid."
Dave  sat down on the couch. "Cool. Does she ever wear clothes?"
Lisa  grinned. "Of course. She's just happier naked. Aren't you, Charlene?"

"Yes,  ma'am," I agreed, not wanting to anger her.
"Whoa! What happened to her pussy?" Dave  exclaimed.
"Mom  made her shave it. Bend over and show him your pussy," Lisa ordered.
Obediently, I bent over and grabbed my ankles as Dave  examined my bare
pussy.
"Damn, it looks a lot bigger like that. Her lips hang right  out, don't
they?  I felt him cup my  cunt, then slip a finger inside. "Goes right in. She'
s loose and  wet."
"That's because she's a horny slut, right Charlene? Lisa  asked.
I  wanted to say that I was wet with embarrassment, not lust, but I didn't
want to  disagree with Lisa. "Yes, ma'am. I'm a slut."
Dave  grabbed both lips and pulled them out. He alternated stretching them
out and  apart, then back together again. "Hi, I'm Charlene's pussy," he
mimicked.  "I eat meat. Feed me. Feeeeeed  meee."
Lisa  laughed as he teased me. He continued until Sheila came downstairs.
Dave let go  of my pussy lips when he heard her coming but Sheila told him
not to stop on her  account.
"After seeing those pictures, I think we can safely say you  two have
played before. Let's not be hypocrites."
"Yes,  Mrs. Winters," Dave said, blushing a little.
"Look, Dave. I like you," Sheila said. "I don't want to see  you sleeping
around, catching some kind of disease. Charlene wants to help too.  Feel
free to come over any time you want. I know she'll be glad to see you,  won't
you?" Sheila bent down to look at my face, flushed from Dave's efforts on
my pussy.
"Yes,  ma'am." I said.
"I'm  glad you're here, Dave," Sheila continued. "Charlene overslept
forty five  minutes this morning and she needs to be paddled. I found my old
sorority paddle  here but I think she should be paddled by a man. One stroke
for every five  minutes is fair, so she needs nine strokes. Will you spank her?
"
"Sure, Mrs. Winters," Dave grinned.
"Charlene, get down on your hands and knees. I don't want you  to fall.
That's it, put your face right on the carpet and stick that big ass up  in the
air."
I  turned my head to the side away from Dave. I could see Lisa and Sheila
sitting  on the couch, watching eagerly. A smooth surface gently touched my
ass, then  swung away. I tensed as I heard the wood moving through the air,
then my brain  exploded in pain. Screaming, I jumped up and started jumping
around, frantically  rubbing my stinging buttocks. My boobs were dancing
wildly as Sheila, Lisa and  Dave all watched with amusement.
I  rubbed my ass for several minutes, sobbing loudly. Finally, the pain
receded to  a dull throb.
"I  shouldn't count that because you got up but it was too funny to see."
Sheila  said. I'll tell you what. You can crawl around the room to ease the
sting but  you cannot stand up. You mat rub your ass but only with one hand
at a time. If  you forget, the stroke doesn't count. Now get ready for your
next stroke. Don't  forget to count, either."
I got  back on all fours and sniffled out a "One," as Dave lined up
another swat.  Although I knew what to expect, the pain still nearly drove me
insane.  I started to jump up but at the last  minute I remembered Sheila's
instructions. I crawled around the room  three-legged, my boobs swinging beneath
me as I rubbed my sore ass. Finally, I  crawled back to Dave and whispered "
Two."
It  seemed like it took forever to get to nine but I finally made it. My
ass was  screaming in pain and I knew I wouldn't sit down for days. Sheila
came over to  me as I knelt, sobbing quietly. She caressed my head, almost
tenderly, like the  friend I thought she'd been before.
"That  hurt, didn't it?" Crying, I nodded. "You don't want that to happen
again, do  you?" I rapidly shook my head no. "You'll make sure you're up
on time tomorrow,  won't you?" I nodded. "You'll already be washed and
dressed, won't you. Your  hair and makeup will be perfect, right?" I was
vigorously nodding my  head.
I  flinched as Sheila ran a fingernail across my red ass, then softly
scraped it  along my cunt. "You have a five o'clock shadow, Charlene. I expect
this pussy  smooth as silk every time I see it. Understand?"
"Yes,  Mrs. Winters," I sniffled. "I'll be good. I'll do whatever you
want me to.  Please don't paddle me any more."
"I  won't have to if you behave, Charlene," she replied. "Now, thank Dave
for  disciplining you."
I  turned my tear-streaked face toward Dave. "Thank you for paddling me,
Dave."
Sheila cleared her throat. "Is that the proper way to thank  someone?" she
asked. "Dave worked hard to help you learn. I'd think you could  thank him
a little more nicely than that."
I  looked at her, incredulous. "Here? In front of you and Lisa?"
Sheila waved her hand with a dismissive gesture. "We've all  seen pictures
of you doing far worse. If one of us gets uncomfortable, we can  leave.
Now, thank Dave for paddling you."
Dave  sat on the couch, between Sheila and Lisa, as I crawled to him. I
unzipped his  pants. He lifted his hips and slid them past his knees. His cock
popped up  against his belly. After a quick glance at the two women beside
him, I leaned in  and kissed it gently. I was rewarded with a twitch. It
swung away, then back  toward my face. I opened my mouth and as the head of his
cock entered it, I  quickly closed my lips and drove myself all the way to
the base of his  cock.
"Oh,  shit. What a cocksucker," Dave moaned. "Suck it, baby. Suck it deep."

Sheila leaned down to watch my head bob up and down on Dave's  pole. "
Watch out she doesn't bite it, Dave. She's hungry."
Lisa  giggled. "She's hungry, all right. Hungry for cock. Look at her go!"
I  wanted to tell them that I wasn't enjoying this one bit. I just wanted
it to be  over with so I was eagerly sucking Dave's cock to end it. I wanted
to tell them  that, but I didn't. I just kept on sucking.
Dave  did his best to hold out and I did my best to make him cum. I sucked
as hard as  I could, driving his cock deep into my throat and letting my gag
reflex caress  the head. I'd alternate that with kisses from his balls to
his knob, then slide  my mouth back over it again. He was holding out pretty
well until Lisa and  Sheila both reached in at the same time and cupped his
nuts. I think he was so  surprised he lost his hold and creamy jets of cum
immediately started pumping  into my mouth. I was so hungry, I eagerly
swallowed it all.  The two women massaged his testicles  until he stopped pumping.
Dave  sagged back into the cushions, smiling contentedly. I licked the cum
off my lips  as I sat back, then immediately shot forward again when my sore
butt touched my  legs. My face pushed back into Dave's crotch but Lisa
pushed me away.
"God,  can't you see he's tired. Give him a break," she warned me. "You
are such a  slut."
"She  wants more, does she?" Sheila asked. "Okay, Charlene. You did a good
job on  Dave. You can cum if you want. Go ahead and masturbate."
"No  thank you, Mrs. Winters," I replied. "I'm fine."
"Are  you talking back to me?" Sheila asked. "I just gave you permission
to  masturbate. Do you need to be punished for disobeying? Or is it the
company?  If you think you're too  good to do it in front of us, maybe you'd
rather do it in the back  yard."
"No,  ma'am. I want to masturbate for you, right here," I begged. "Please
don't spank  me any more."
"Then  turn around and get busy." I quickly spun around and stuck my ass
out at them as  I slid two fingers into my cunt. The humiliation of the last
hour had soaked it.  Still, it was difficult to feel excited as I played
with myself a few feet from  three other people.
As I  strummed my clit, I felt something rubbing against my cunt. Looking
back between  my legs, I realized Dave was pressing the handle of the paddle
against my pussy.  I was so wet it easily parted my lips and slid in until
the wide part pressed  against my asshole. He stroked it in and out as I
continued to masturbate. The  handle was five or six inches long and wider on
one side than the other. When  Dave tired of stroking it in and out, he pushed
it in and slowly began to rotate  it.
The  sensations as my cunt widened, then collapsed, drove me over the edge.
I came  hard, moaning and pushing my pussy against my hand and my wooden
lover.
Sheila made me turn around and lick the paddle clean of my  juices. She
gave me thirty minutes to shower and dress. I raced to clean up,  tenderly
washing my still burning ass. I nearly forgot to shave my pussy, but  was back
in my uniform, with fresh stockings, all made up and standing in the  kitchen
with a minute to spare.
"Not  bad, Charlene," Sheila said. "Let's see your pussy." Her hand slid
under my  skirt and rubbed my outer lips, then dipped in for a second. I
immediately felt  myself juicing up. So much for cleaning up.
"Good  job, nice and smooth," she commented as she brought her fingers to
my lips. I  licked my juices off them. "I need to go to work now. I want you
to clean the  house from top to bottom. Do a good job and don't be lazy.
You may not eat while  I'm gone, unless there is something left in your dish.
Also, you may not cum. If  I find out you've been frittering away your time
playing with yourself, I'll  have you paddled again. Understand?"
"Yes,  Mrs. Winters," I agreed. "I won't play with myself. I'll be good."

"You  better," Sheila warned. "Also, I want supper fixed and in the oven
when I get  home. Here's some money. Get some wine and have it chilling. I'
ll be home around  four. We'll get your exercise program started then."
I was  surprised Sheila was leaving me alone until I realized I wasn't a
prisoner. I  could walk out any time I wanted- any time I wanted to face
public censure and  prison. With a sigh, I began picking up the kitchen.
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I  spent the rest of the morning picking up the downstairs, then damp
mopping the  kitchen floor and vacuuming the carpets in the other rooms. Although
I'd always  worn heels to work, I'd never cleaned in them before, and
rarely spent that much  time standing with them on. I was only allowed to sit in
the kitchen or in my  room and my ass was way too sore for those hard
kitchen chairs, so I stayed on  my feet despite the cramping.
By  lunchtime I was starving. As much as I wanted something to eat, I didn'
t want to  give Sheila any excuse to punish me. Desperate, I went out to the
garage and  checked Max's dish. He'd left half a dozen granules of dog
food. I was so hungry  I picked them out of the grime and ate them. They were
dry and tasteless but  they took the edge off. As I squatted by the dish,
crunching my food, Lisa came  out into the garage. She looked at me in disgust.
"What  are you eating?"
"Dog  food, ma'am."
"Did  Mom say you could eat that?"
"Yes,  ma'am," I replied. "She said I could eat whatever I found in Max's
 dish."
"You  better not be lying to me," Lisa warned.
"I'm  not," I promised.
"I'll  check when I get home. I have to go to work now." Lisa worked
afternoons and  evenings at a local amusement park. She turned to go.
"Wait," I called. "Please," I added quickly when she glared  at me. "I'm
still hungry," I pleaded.
"So.  That's not my problem," Lisa retorted. "Mom said you could only
have what was in  Max's dish, right?" Then it dawned on her. "You want more
dog food?"
"Yes,  please," I said, embarrassed.
Lisa  sighed. "All right, I suppose I can feed you. Sit up and beg."
I  squatted on my heels and stuck my hands up in the air, mimicking a
begging dog  while she got a small cup of dog food. She kept me like that for
several minutes  as she circled me, even sliding her sneaker under me to rub my
dangling pussy  lips. I was humiliated but too hungry to do anything about
it.  I could feel her shoe scraping across my  pussy as she rubbed me. My
face turned red and I was soon panting as I became  aroused.
"Your  turn. Play with yourself," she ordered. I quickly slipped a hand
under my skirt  and began pumping a finger in and out of my slick cunt while I
stroked my clit.  Lisa watched me masturbate, waiting until my chest heaved
with an impending  orgasm before ordering me to stop and lick my fingers
clean. I groaned in  frustration as I pulled them from my steaming crotch.
When  she finally dumped the food into the dish, she wouldn't allow me to
use my  hands. I was forced to put my face in Max's dirty bowl and chase the
chunks  around with my tongue. Max came in and looked curiously at me as I
hungrily ate  his food. I was still eating when Lisa left, shaking her head
in  disgust.
After  lunch, I hurried upstairs and made the beds. As I was finishing, I
heard the  phone ring. I hurried to answer.
"Hello?"
I  heard Sheila's voice. "You should have said, `Winters residence,
Charlene  speaking,' stupid."
"Yes,  Mrs. Winters. Sorry, ma'am," I apologized.
"I  just called to see how you are doing. Any problems?"
"No,  ma'am."
"Did  you get the wine yet?"
"Not  yet," I replied. "I was just getting ready to go."
"Hurry up. I'll be home in a few hours and you'd better have  dinner ready.
"
She  hung up.
I  found the money to pay for the wine and was on my way out the door when
I  suddenly realized I wasn't wearing any bra or panties. The dress was too
low cut  to wear a bra underneath but I didn't want to go out without
panties on.  The slightest breeze would leave me bare  for the world to see. I
knew I wasn't supposed to be wearing panties, but I'd  just talked to Sheila
and I knew she was at work so I decided to take a chance.  I hurried upstairs
and pulled on a pair of panties from Sheila's  drawer.
I  left the house and walked down the sidewalk, my breasts jiggling as I
clicked  along in my heels. I was so embarrassed to be seen wearing such a
skimpy outfit,  I walked as rapidly as I could. Unfortunately, that made my
breasts bounce even  more vigorously. I had to constantly adjust my plunging
neckline, tucking my  nipples back in or pulling my top back up as it
threatened to slide off my boobs  completely. I tried crossing my arms under my bust
but that just made things  worse. I must have squeezed them too tight
because my boobs popped right out of  the top like a bar of soap in a bathtub.  I
quickly pulled my top back over them but not before a passing car  honked.
Luckily, it was only a few blocks to the liquor store. I was  sweating from
the heat and my rapid pace so the air conditioning felt good. I  felt my
nipples pucker as the sweat on my tits dried.
Nobody was in the store except the clerk, who stared at me as  I hurried to
the wine section. I heard the front bell tinkle as I selected a  nice red.
When I got to the  counter, another man was there, asking for a special
order.
He  looked at me curiously as I waited, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't I know you?" he finally asked.
I  turned away. "I don't think so."
"I'm  pretty sure I do," he argued. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. "I
do know you.  Aren't you Mark Hopkins' wife?"
My  face turned beet red as I slowly nodded.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I Rick Mott. I'm a buyer for  Boylan
Industries.  Your husband is  one of my suppliers." He grinned. "Mark has some
wife. Is that what you wear to  work? I thought you worked at a stockbroker's
or something."
"I  used to work for an insurance agency but I quit," I replied, wanting
to escape.  Mott was a crude pig. He didn't even pretend to look at my face
as he spoke but  instead stared at my exposed chest and legs.
"So  what do you do now?" he asked, leering at me. "Stay home and keep ol'
 Mark  satisfied?"
I  didn't want to tell him what I did but he made staying home sound dirty
so I  shook my head. "I-I'm a maid," I said.
"A  maid?" he asked, incredulous. "You left an insurance company to become
a maid?"  He shook his head. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess. I'll
tell your husband I  ran into you," he said as he took his package. "Maybe I'
ll `run into' you again,  sweetie," he said as he turned to leave.
Compared to Mott, the clerk was a gentleman but he still  ogled my chest as
he rang up my purchase. I hurried out of the store and back to  Sheila's
house, anxious to regain some privacy.
I  chilled the wine, put dinner in the oven and was just setting the table
when I  heard Sheila's car in the driveway. I even remembered to take off
Sheila's  panties and throw them in the hamper.
Sheila entered the house and dropped her briefcase on the  floor. She sat
down on the couch and slipped her shoes off as I entered the  room.
"You  used the front door, didn't you Charlene?" she asked.
I was  startled. How did she know? "Yes, Shei..., I mean Mrs. Winters. I'm
sorry, I  just forgot. Please don't paddle me," I begged.
Sheila snorted. "It's not that serious. Still, you need to  learn. Tonight
you can sleep in the garage instead of the basement. Do it again  and you'
ll sleep out on the front steps. Take care of my shoes,  please."
"Yes,  ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," I replied gratefully. I bent over to
pick up Sheila's  shoes and heard her gasp.
"Turn  around and bend over," she ordered. I quickly complied, baring my
ass and pussy  for her inspection. What was the matter? Did I need to shave
my pussy again  already? Sheila stood, walked around me, then softly rubbed
my ass.
"Tell  me, Charlene. Why do I see panty marks in your skin if you've been
wearing your  uniform all day? I don't remember giving you permission to
wear any  underwear."
Oh,  shit! I hadn't taken them off soon enough! I started to stand up but
Sheila put  her hand on the back of my neck and pushed me back. "I'm sorry,
Mrs. Winters. I  was afraid someone would see my pussy when I went to the
liquor store. Please  don't paddle me. I'll never do it again," I promised as
I burst into tears.  Sobbing, I threw myself on the floor and hugged her
feet.  I'd never survive another paddling so  soon.
"You  should have thought of that before you made such a big mistake,"
Sheila said. "I  can't believe you would violate my orders like this. I can't
trust you at  all."
"I'm  so sorry," I cried. "I was embarrassed. I didn't want anybody to
see my  pussy."
"You  stupid slut, half the town has already seen it," Sheila retorted. "
The rest  don't want to. "When I give you an order, I expect you to obey it.
Go get me the  panties you wore."
I  quickly scurried to retrieve the panties from the hamper. Sheila pulled
a marker  from the drawer. Stretching them across the coffee table, she
wrote, "GOOD FOR  ONE DATE WITH CHARLENE HOPKINS" across the seat, then told me
to put them  on.
"You  still need to be paddled for your disobedience, Charlene," she told
me.  However, I'll cut your punishment in  half if you follow two simple
instructions.
"Thank you, Mrs. Winters," I said, grateful for any relief.  "I'll do
whatever you say."
"Good. It's time for you to exercise. I want you to jog out  to the water
plant and back. Somewhere along the way I will beep you on my  pager.
Wherever you are, I expect you to take off the panties and leave them. I  don't
expect you to hide them; I may use the cell phone to call, so I can see  you.
Second, when you come in the front door I want to smell cum on your breath.
I don't care whose; you decide. You need some protein before you eat your
dinner."
I was  so grateful for the chance to lessen my punishment that I didn't
care about  anything else. "Thank you, Mrs. Winters," I sobbed as I knelt at
her  feet.
Sheila brought me a pair of jogging shorts and a sports bra.  "You're just
too big on top to jog braless," she said. "You'll hurt yourself." I  was
surprised at her compassion until I realized I wasn't wearing any other top
except the white bra.
Dressed in the panties, shorts, bra and sneakers, I stretched  a little in
the front yard and jogged slowly down the street. As out of shape as  I was,
I was soon puffing badly but I maintained a steady pace to the edge of
town. After the first mile I was soaked in sweat and my nipples were clearly
visible through the cotton bra. Fortunately the bra was very tight and I wasn'
t  bouncing too badly.
Despite my breathing difficulties, the jog to the plant  wasn't bad. I went
slowly but only had to walk one short leg. I was almost there  when the
pager at my belt went off.
I  reached for my panties, then realized I had to take my shorts off to
remove  them. Panicked, I looked around more some shelter but only found some
weeds just  off the road. I hurried into them, quickly pulled my shorts and
panties off,  then put my shorts back on. As I started jogging again, I
dropped the panties on  the ground. With luck, they'd never be found.
An  older man was sitting in the guardhouse as I reached the gate. I slowed
to catch  my breath again and saw him staring at my heaving chest.
Remembering my second  task, I smiled at him.
"Hi,"  I said.
"Nice  night for a run," he said as he studied my nipples.
"I'm  just trying to get back in shape," I panted. "It's tough."
"Don't worry, you'll do it. What's your name?"
"Charlene." I knew Sheila wasn't going to allow me much time.  "Um, can I
come in and sit down for a minute?"
"Sure," he smiled. "Come on in."
I  slipped into the cramped kiosk, letting my boobs rub his chest as I slid
by.  Skipping preliminaries, I waited for him to sit down then slid onto
his  knee.
He  slid his hand under my shorts and cupped my bare cunt. "Hey, no
panties.  You're one hot cunt," he grinned as he  easily slipped two fingers into
my pussy.
I  flinched under his insult but forced a grin to my face. "Thanks," I
said as I  sank to my knees and reached for his zipper.
His  cock was disappointingly small. I slipped it into my mouth and started
working  it with my tongue, trying to coax a load as quickly as possible.
When I sank my  lips to the root, I smelled his rank crotch odor and
struggled not to  gag.
As I  blew him, I couldn't help wondering why I was disappointed in his
cock size.  What difference did it make? I was only doing it because I was
ordered to,  wasn't I? The goal was a load of cum in my stomach and a mild case
of bad  breath, not sexual satisfaction. So why did I wish he was better
hung?
He  might not have had a big cock, but he sure had a big load and it didn't
take him  long to shoot it. He gripped my head and jammed my face down into
his sweaty  trousers 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,  probably because I hadn't eaten much all day, and I
eagerly swallowed every  drop.
As  soon as he finished cumming, he sank back into his chair and reached
for my  boobs. "Nice blowjob, honey," he said. "Let's see the rest of the
package."
"I  can't, I have to get home," I pulled away. "I need to go."
"What  the hell are you talking about?" he asked. "We're just getting
started!"
"Sorry," I said as I slipped out the door and started  running.
"Come  back tomorrow," he called as I ran down the road.
The  run home was pretty uneventful, although the seam of my shorts
irritated my  pussy and made it dampen from the stimulation. I was exhausted when I
finally  staggered into the yard.
All  the doors were locked and I found Sheila sunning herself in the back
yard. "Did  you follow my instructions?" she asked.
"Yes,  ma'am," I replied.
"Take  off your clothes," she ordered. Fortunately, the yard was
surrounded by a tall  hedge. I stripped, then bent over so she could smell my breath.
"Good girl,  Charlene," she said as she cupped one of my dangling breasts.
"You're a sweaty  little cocksucker."
She  stood and went to the hose. "Lift your arms." When I complied, she
turned the  ice cold spray on me. I yipped and jumped around but held still
when she  reprimanded me. She rinsed me from head to toe, paying special
attention to my  pussy and ass. By the time she was done, I was shivering.
"You  can go naked the rest of the night. Check on supper, wash out your
uniform for  tomorrow and draw a bath for me." As I turned to go, she reminded
me. "Get the  paddle back out, too. We will need it later  tonight."