Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2010 17:21:36 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: The Sexual Biography of Brooke

Prologue: This story is different for me. Previous to this all my stories
have been fictional. Brooke is real. She is a 19 year old bisexual college
student who wrote me and asked me to help her tell her story. She didn't
feel comfortable with her writing erotic skills and is a fan of my previous
stories so I am acting as her biographer. The events are based on her
experiences, although I have created the dialog and expanded some of the
situations in order to make a more interesting (hopefully) story. It's kind
of like a movie "based on a true story. Brooke has generously provided my
pictures of the principle characters and I hope my descriptions do them
justice. We hope you enjoy her story. Tappy.



The Sexual Biography of Brooke
by Tappy & Brooke


My name is Brooke. Today I am a 19 year old college student waiting for my
sophomore year to begin. But my story starts years ago. I am a light
skinned African-American, although that really isn't relevant to the
story. I was always big for my age. I'm not overweight, but I am curvy. I
am very fit and solidly built. If I wanted to I could easily wrestle you to
the ground. My bust developed earlier than my classmates and was a source
of jealousy for them. My boobs are every inch of a 36D and they attract
plenty of attention. My hair is black with a natural wave and reaches about
5 inches past my shoulders. I sometimes use a straightening iron which
makes me look older. I have brown eyes, pouty lips and a great smile. I am
very outgoing and enjoy being with people.

Growing up my home life was absolutely normal. I am an only child and my
parents both loved me. My dad was very strict and controlling. The house
ran with his rules and I could expect to be spanked if I made a major
infraction. Fortunately I learned to follow his rules, do what he said and
then I didn't have to worry. My mother, although a strong personality
herself, allowed my father to run the show on family matters. He was a much
stronger influence on my life growing up than she was.

Unfortunately when I was 10, my father, James, had an affair and my parents
got divorced. It was devastating to our family. My mother had a job, but
with only one income and limited child support from my dad, we were forced
to sell our house. We stayed with her sister (my aunt) and her husband
briefly until we could find a nice apartment we could afford. I didn't grow
up in luxury, but we were not in poverty either. I did well in school and
had a group of nice friends. I wasn't a "bad" girl in any sense of the
word. My mom doted on me and was always there when I needed her to be. She
and my father remained, if not friends, at least friendly with each
other. I stayed with him on Wednesday nights and every other weekend. He
tried to show his love for me by always buying gifts for me. They were
usually something small but we always did what I wanted whenever I
visited. It wasn't ideal, but it was a better situation that many of my
friends who had parents who always fought.

I went through puberty early. As I began to grow into a woman, I started to
notice that my mom had started to dress more provocatively and even began
to date occasionally. She told me now that I was older and could be trusted
to stay home by myself; she needed to get "back out there" in the real
world. A couple of nights a week she would go out to a local dance club
near our house. I'd stay home doing my homework. I wasn't allowed to have
friends over when mom wasn't home.

As time went by, she started coming home later and later. I would
frequently go to bed before she got home and not know exactly what time she
returned. One night I was splitting my time between my homework and doing
our laundry in the apartment building's basement. I'd never noticed but my
mom had started wearing frilly little underwear. Today I would say they
were sexy, but at the time I just thought they were small and lacy. I
didn't think much about it beyond that until I opened my mom's dresser to
put them away. I almost didn't see it, but tucked in the corner of the
drawer I found a silver vibrator.

Although to look at my body during this time period you would have thought
I was a mature sexual woman, in truth I was pretty naive when it came to
sex. I knew enough to know what the vibrator was for but not enough to
really know how to use it. I twisted the base and turned it on. It sprung
to life in my hand and I was so shocked I almost dropped it. To this point
I'd never had an orgasm. For some reason I decided to brush the tip of the
vibrator across my breasts. When it touched my nipple through the thin
cotton t-shirt I usually lounged about the house in I felt a jolt of
excitement like I never had before shoot through my body. I was surprised
and pulled the vibrator back. I tried the tip against my other nipple. This
time I held it in place as I received another pleasure spike and my nipple
hardened through the cotton against its smooth sliver surface.

For the first time I could remember I felt my pussy moistening. I had
rubbed myself "down there" before but I'd always given up after a few
strokes because it didn't seem like anything had been happening. I look
back on that time and laugh at how naive I was. I could feel myself getting
wet and I suddenly understood that this time if I touched myself would be
different. I looked at the vibrator in my hand and decided to take the
plunge. Just then I heard my mother's key in the lock. Damn, of all the
nights for her to come home early.

I quickly turned off the vibrator and struggled to get it back into place
without getting caught. I put it back in the corner of the drawer and
tossed in her undergarments from the laundry. I just had time to shut the
drawer and pull open the next drawer before she made it to the bedroom. I
had one of her shirts in my hand as she walked through the door. All she
saw was me putting away the laundry. I'm sure I had a combination of guilt
and embarrassment on my face, but she didn't seem to notice. She gave me a
big hug and thanked me for helping with the laundry. I could smell cheap
booze and cigarettes on her breath. I asked why she was home early and she
said the club was really dead that night. She said she was just going to go
to bed. I said goodnight and went back into the living room to gather my
homework.

My mom didn't enforce many rules in the house but one of them was after one
of us decided to go to bed, the TV had to be off. The walls were very thin
and the sound of the TV carried through them. I was walking back into my
bedroom which was separated from hers by a shared bathroom when she popped
her head out and told me it would be OK if I wanted to watch TV for a
while. This was out of place, but I didn't think anything of it. I headed
back to the living room and turned on the TV, although I kept the sound as
low as I could and still hear it clearly. I had been watching a few minutes
when my mom popped out of her room, walked down the hall and into the
kitchen. I only saw her out of the corner of my eye as she turned the
corner into the kitchen but it looked like she was wearing one of her new
fancy underwear sets.

Distracted, I watched the hallway as I heard the water running. Apparently
she was getting a glass of water. She walked back to her room without
saying a word. I got a better look at her outfit. It was another lacy
number. She was wearing a one piece that covered most of her torso but
still left an expanse of her cleavage showing. This was the first time I
can remember my mom showing off herself like that.

She walked back to her room and shut the door. I quietly stood up and
walked toward the hall. I heard the lock click on the door. That was
unusual. The second rule was no locking your bedroom door. I returned to
the living room and turned the sound on the TV a little higher to mask the
sound of my sneaking down the hallway. I put my head to her door but didn't
hear anything. I decided to wait. I didn't want to get caught spying on
her, so I went into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. I turned on the
light, but left the exhaust fan off. I pressed my ear to the common wall
with my mom's bedroom. I thought I could hear the muffled sounds of the
vibrator but I wasn't sure. I glanced up and saw the water glass we kept on
the counter. I figured it was an urban legend, but I placed the glass
against the wall and stuck my ear up to it. It didn't help much, but I
could now clearly hear the sound of the vibrator and the muffled moans of
my mother.

The tingling sensations came back to my body and I felt myself begin to get
wet again. I was transfixed leaning against the wall in the bathroom
listening to my mother masturbate. I'd never thought of her as sexual
before. Even when my dad was alive I never saw them give each other
affection. Judging from the sounds I was hearing she definitely was
enjoying herself. I stayed crouched in the bathroom for about 10 minutes
listening to her. I felt guilty for spying on her this way, but I had to
admit her noises were turning me on. I heard her moans strengthen to a
muffled crescendo and then heard the vibrator turn off. Not knowing what
would happen next, I figured I'd better get back to the living room. I
silently crept back down the hall. I jumped back on the couch just as I
heard my mom's door opening. She walked back into the kitchen. This time
she stopped to acknowledge me. She said she was thirsty tonight. I don't
know who was more embarrassed. She had the flush of an orgasm on her face
and I had the flush of being caught with wet panties because of it.

My mom disappeared back into her room. Shortly after I turned the TV off
and went to bed. I didn't understand what I was feeling. I was definitely
confused. I remained as quiet as a mouse trying to listen for my mom again,
but eventually I fell asleep. I began to look at my mom in a different
way. She no longer was there just to provide for me, but I now saw her as a
woman with her own needs. A couple of nights later she went out to the club
again. Almost as soon as the front door was shut, I was back in her room
searching for her vibrator. I should have waited to make sure she didn't
come back home quickly, but I didn't. I took the vibrator into my bedroom
and stripped out of my clothes. To begin, I first turned on the vibrator
and again brushed it against my nipples. Again the pleasure from touching
them shot straight down to my pussy.

That night I learned how to pleasure myself and what it felt like to have
an orgasm. I'm glad her batteries were fresh because for the next hour I
wore that vibrator out. Its outer shell was hot to the touch as I
alternated between my pussy, clit and nipples. If it was on my breasts, my
fingers were on my clit. If the vibe was on my clit, my fingers were
pinching my nipples. I came several times. I'd later learn that some women
can't come more than once and some even struggle to do that. I'm glad I
didn't know that because I set myself off like a rocket multiple times. In
some ways ignorance is bliss.

I didn't know how many times I could cum or when I should stop, but after
an hour I figured I'd better quit in case my mom came home early
again. After toweling off her vibrator and putting it back where I found
it, I went back to my bed a laid down. I felt dirty. But it was a good kind
of dirty. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember it
was morning. My mom was making breakfast when I headed into the kitchen. I
wanted to talk to her about what happened, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

My mom had news for me, however. She'd been secretly dating a man for
several months and she wanted me to meet him that weekend. I wasn't exactly
thrilled, but I pretended to be. After school that day I went home with my
best friend, Carleen. Carleen and I had been friends since the 5th
grade. Our birthdays were within two weeks of each other and we celebrated
our sweet sixteenth birthdays together about two months ago. She was the
only person I could talk to about what happened the night before.

As I explained the situation, Carleen didn't seem that surprised. Her
mother and father were divorced and she said she knew her mother had a
stash of sex toys. She said "I guess that's what mothers do when they are
not married anymore." I told her how much fun the vibrator was and that I
didn't think it was just "for mothers."

Carleen admitted she thought about trying her mom's toys before. She
offered to show me her collection. I'd never gotten along that well with
Carleen's mom, Betty, and neither had my mother. There was something about
her that just didn't click with me. She always seemed to look down on me. I
wondered if it was because she was white and didn't want her daughter
hanging out with a black girl. We were just about to walk out of Carleen's
room to look at her mom's collection when Betty came home. As usual the
atmosphere was a little tense. I was not in the mood for any drama so I
said my goodbyes and left. But all the way home I was thinking about
Betty. She is a small woman. She has short black hair, has tiny breasts,
wears unassuming clothes and usually wears a cross necklace. I decided she
had a pretty face. Why did I all of a sudden care about her face? We were
pretty much enemies putting up with each other for the sake of Carleen. As
I walked home I pictured Betty using her toys. Why was I doing that? Much
like when I pictured my mom using her toy, I began to get wet. I wished I
was still with Carleen so I could talk to somebody about what I was
feeling.

Thursday came and went. Friday morning my mom told me Sam, her new
boyfriend, wanted to take us to dinner on Saturday and I agreed to go. She
also told me she was going out with him that night. It seemed like things
were getting serious between them. At school I told Carleen and she told me
her mom was going out too and that I should come over when I could. I was
secretly looking forward to seeing Betty's toy collection.

For some reason I really wanted to look good for Carleen that night. It was
silly but it almost felt like we were having a date. While my mom prepared
for her date, I prepared for mine. I had told her I was going out with a
boy from school. She left just before I did. I had on a light summer dress.


Even though it was early May, the evening was warm and the light fabric
felt good. I wore my highest heels. Before you get too excited, at that
point in my life that meant about 2 inches. There was a warm spring breeze
which continually blew the hem of my skirt around. It was a wonderful
feeling to have it dancing across my legs. As I was walking I was thinking
about sex. Sex had become the main preoccupation of my mind. I hoped
Carleen remembered her promise to show me her mom's toys. I could feel
myself becoming aroused just from thinking about it. I knew my mom would be
home late. In the worst case, I could get home and use her vibrator on
myself. I ran Carleen's doorbell. She was wearing the same jeans and blouse
she had on at school. I guess she didn't think this was a date or that she
should dress up.

Carleen let me in and we went up to her room. The night started with the
usual... girl talk and music. Unfortunately the topic of her mom's sex toys
didn't come up and I wasn't sure how to steer the conversation in that
direction. After about a half hour of mindless chit chat, Carleen stood up
and said she was getting something to drink. I followed her down to the
kitchen. When she opened the refrigerator I was surprised to find six
bottles of wine chilling.

"My mom likes wine," she explained while grabbing a bottle of Merlot.

Carleen poured two glasses. I'd never had wine before. I liked the taste
and quickly downed the glass. Also as quickly, Carleen refilled it. If her
purpose was to get me drunk, she succeeded. Our mindless girl-talk now
seemed like the funniest stuff in the world. She then opened the second
bottle. My head was spinning by the time she took my hand and led me back
upstairs to her room. She sat me on the edge of her bed.

"Brooke. I know you wanted to see my mom's toy collection," she
slurred. "Ever since you told me about your mom's vibrator I've been
thinking about you using it. I knew I'd never have the guts to show you if
I was sober. I hope you're not too mad."

I wasn't really thinking straight and didn't comprehend what she was
saying. My head was spinning. I think I mumbled "OK" or something.

"Just stay here. I'll be right back."

She turned to leave the room, but then she stopped. She turned back around
and walked over to me. She took my head in her hands and bent over
me. Pulling my face to hers, she planted a sensuous kiss on my lips. She
tasted of Merlot. I shut my eyes and let her kiss me. I felt her pull
back. She had my lower lip trapped by her mouth and I felt her pull my lip
out just a little longer than she held my head in her hands. As my lip
snapped back to my mouth it was the most erotic thing I'd ever felt in my
young life. She was a much better kisser than my various boyfriends. By the
time I opened my eyes, she was gone.

I sat on the bed in stunned silence. Carleen was only gone a few moments,
but it seemed like an eternity. She'd obviously set me up and I fell for it
hook, line and sinker. While I nervously waited for her to return, I looked
around her room. I'm not sure what I was hoping to find, but I looked
anyway.

Carleen returned carrying an unmarked cardboard box. She plopped it down on
the floor in front of me. I reflexively leaned over to look in it when I
became dizzy. I looked at Carleen with unfocused eyes.

"Had a bit too much to drink?" she questioned. "Don't worry. I'll take care
of you."

With that she took hold of my shoulders and pushed me back onto the
bed. She was surprisingly strong, although I was also highly docile due to
the wine. Carleen was tiny, like her mother, but she managed to use enough
leverage to swing my legs up onto the bed and push me down on my
back. Carleen ended up on top of me. With a grunt she pushed my wrists down
onto the bed on either side of my head and began kissing me again. I was
stunned by her aggressiveness, but I felt my body responding and began
kissing her back. While she had me pinned down with the top of her body,
her legs were forcing themselves between mine. I had no choice but to
spread them and make room. The denim of her jeans felt rough on my skin
exposed as my dress rode up. With another grunt Carleen lunged forward. Her
hips slammed into mine pushing my legs further apart while her arms lifted
my wrists and forced them together above my head. Now holding both wrists
with one hand, Carleen began to roughly maul my breasts. Although my dress
was in no danger of coming off, its wide opening at the top offered little
protection from her roaming hand. She expertly found her way under my dress
and took a strong grip on my already hard and defenseless nipples. Back and
forth she would pinch my left nipple and then my right while continuing to
force her tongue in my mouth and grind her hips against mine.

The feelings were exquisite. I learned a very important lesson at that
moment, namely that my nipples are hypersensitive to touch. I think I knew
that in the back of my mind from using my mother's vibrator. I guess I even
had admitted that to Carleen when we had talked before. But this was
something else. As soon as she grabbed me inside my bra I felt like I wet
my panties. As I lay beneath her I was unwilling to throw her off of me. I
knew physically I could. Even though she was stronger than I ever imagined,
I knew I could escape. But I didn't want to. I liked being pinned beneath
her.

I felt her pushing herself up and started to rock my body up with her. But
she told me to hold still and I listened. Carleen got off the bed. I
remained laying on my back. My legs were spread and my arms were still
together at the wrist above my head. I could see my breasts had been pulled
from my dress. My distended nipples were rubbing against the top of the
dress. With every deep breath they slid across the reinforced edge further
delivering me deep into a state of arousal.

I watched as Carleen opened the box. It was about three quarters full of
sex toys. She pulled a silver vibrator similar to my mother's out of the
box and turned it on. She looked at me with an evil grin. "I know you know
what to do with this one, but I can tell you, it's much more fun when
somebody else is controlling it. She tossed it on the bed and it rolled up
next to me. I could feel the vibrations. I wanted nothing more than to grab
it and slide it into my pussy, but I held my position.

I watched Carleen pull out a very thin plastic toy with a little nub on one
end and a thick grip on the other.

"This one is for probing your ass," she said as she tossed it on the bed.

Back into the box she went and up onto the bed came the toys.

"This one is for sucking on your nipples, this one is for pinching them,
this one is for spanking you, this one is for fucking you deep, this
one..." over and over she explained a new toy as the pile on the bed was
growing.

"But first we're going to start old school."

I lay passively as Carleen pushed my legs back together and then slid my
panties down and off. She threw my panties off the bed and in one smooth
move pushed my legs back apart and buried her head between them. It was the
first time I ever had somebody eat my pussy and I liked it. I thought I was
aroused before she did this, but I was wrong. Carleen soon had me climbing
the walls as her talented tongue teased my clit and lapped at the juices
leaking from my slit. Although I didn't have anything to compare it to, I
figured she must have been the best in the world because soon I
orgasmed. Just like I had with my mom's vibrator, I felt my body tense and
constrict as it released a flow of pleasure hormones into my bloodstream. I
screamed in joy which rocked the room. My hands, which I had until this
time kept above my head as Carleen had ordered reflexively came down and
grabbed the back of her head pulling her tight against me. I also clamped
my thighs against the side of her head. She wasn't going anywhere as I
rocked back and forth riding out my climax.

Carleen was probably having trouble breathing, but I held her tight for at
least 30 seconds. When I finally relented and released her she stood back
up and stripped out of her clothes. She then lay back on top of me, once
again pinning my wrists above me, and gave me a deep soulful kiss. For the
first time I tasted my own juices on another person's lips.

For the next two hours, or was it three, Carleen gave me an education. I
sucked her pussy for the first time until she showered my face with her
love. We tried ever toy in the box and I lost track of how many times I
came. I balked at her suggestion that I try the anal probe. That was where
I drew the line. She demonstrated it on herself instead and I almost
relented. She told me anal play felt different that everything else we had
done, but it was great, especially if you play with your clit at the same
time.

It turned out my favorite toy was the simplest. It is called a pocket
rocket. It's a tiny vibrator just slightly larger than the AA battery that
powers it. Made with a shiny chrome finish it's small enough to hide in
your hand and drove me crazy when Carleen had me press it against my
clit. Its small size let me focus all the vibrations directly on my joy
buzzer and it was marvelous. Carleen had saved it for last and it drove me
to my best orgasm.

Eventually we both passed out due to exhaustion. We were both naked with
Carleen spooning me on her bed. We just kind of fell together in each
other's arms and didn't even pick up the toys. They were still scattered on
the bed and on the floor.

I was happily in dream land feeling very safe with Carleen's arms wrapped
around me when I woke with a start and Carleen's mom, Betty, screaming at
us. She was apparently very pissed at Carleen for taking her toy box. I
wasn't following the conversation well as Carleen and her mom were
screaming at each other. I watched as Carleen climbed out of the bed and
advance on her mother. I was afraid there was going to be violence although
I didn't know how I could stop it.

Betty was wearing a black blouse and a short black skirt. She also had 3"
heels on. As I said she is a small woman and the heels really helped
tighten up her calves and helped her legs. I didn't know why that was my
focus. I'd never thought of her as anything but Carleen's pain in the butt
mom. What happened next would change how I thought about her forever.

As Carleen advanced on her I watched as Betty back up until she trapped
herself against the wall. She raised her hands to defend herself, but
Carleen simply brushed her arms away and tore the front of her blouse
open. I knew Betty had not been blessed with large breasts. If she had a B
cup I'd be surprised. Still, I was shocked by what I saw under her
blouse. Written in red lipstick was the word SLUT. The letters were about 4
inches in height and covered her entire chest.


"You've been with her again haven't you?" Carleen screamed at her mom.

Betty looked down in shame. I could see tears in her eyes. She grabbed the
sides of her blouse and tried to cover herself. As Betty lowered her
defenses to grab her blouse, Carleen took the opportunity to stick her hand
up under her mom's skirt. Betty looked up and locked eyes with her
daughter.

"No panties and wet as usual. No wonder she likes you."

Betty dropped the edges of her blouse and pushed Carleen's hand away. She
then ran out of the room crying.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Carleen said.

I figured I'd better leave. Betty and I had never gotten along well and for
me to spend the night now seemed inappropriate. My dress was in a heap on
the floor and panties were nowhere to be seen. I wasn't sure where Carleen
had tossed them during our frenzied lovemaking earlier. I was in a hurry to
get out of their house so I just slipped on my dress. I'd worry about the
rest later. I didn't even say goodbye as I walked toward the door.

"Just a minute Brooke," Carleen said.

I stopped at the threshold and turned to look at her. She was searching
through the rumple of bedding we'd been cuddled on just minutes ago.

"Here. Take this. It's her favorite and I want you to have it."

Carleen tossed me the pocket rocket. I caught my favorite toy of the
night. I knew I shouldn't take it, but it gave me so much joy and I really
didn't want to have to sneak my mom's vibrator all the time so I
rationalized keeping it and walked out of the door.

I could hear Betty crying as I descended the stairs into the living
room. She only had one dim light on and was slumped on the couch. Her
blouse was open and her hands covered her eyes as she wept. She had to have
heard me coming down the stairs but she made no effort to cover herself or
even close her legs which were spread unladylike in front of her.

I stopped and looked at her. Why did she have the word SLUT written across
her chest? Who was this woman Carleen mentioned? Betty pulled her hands
back from her face. Her mascara was running down her cheeks and I felt
sorry for her. I'm not sure why, but she apologized to me.

"Brooke, I'm sorry for my rude behavior. I should have never burst in on
the two of you like that. You and Carleen are at a curious age now and if
you want to be lovers I shouldn't fight that."

I'd never considered Carleen my lover, although she had clearly planned my
seduction and wasn't as sexually naive as I thought. I'd been drunk and she
forced herself on me. Not that I didn't love what she did. I'd never
apologize for the pleasure she gave me and that hopefully I gave her, but I
wasn't planning on making this a habit.

Clearly there was more to Betty than I knew. I wanted to tell her
everything was going to be alright, but for some reason another idea
flashed through me and instantly took control of my actions. I lifted the
pocket rocket out of my palm. Its shiny casing reflected what little light
was coming out of the lamp. I saw Betty's eyes light up as she saw the tiny
toy.

"Please Brooke. Don't take that one. You can have any of the others but I
need that one tonight."

I rather liked having her grovel as I stood above her. If she needed the
rocket then she could have the rocket. I began to lean over her much as
Carleen had done to me. As I lowered myself I forced my right knee against
the inside of her right leg and forced her legs further apart. I had the
rocket in my right hand. With my left, I grabbed the back of her neck and
pulled her forward to meet my lips. She kissed me back with gusto, not
anything like my initial reaction to Carleen earlier tonight. Because of my
position it was a bit of a challenge to bring the pocket rocket to where I
needed it to be between her legs, but as she was making no effort to
escape, I didn't have to worry.

Carleen was right about her mom being wet. The entire inside of her skirt
was damp and the area around her pussy was as humid as the Deep South on a
summer afternoon. I must have hit a good spot because Betty jumped a bit
beneath me and moaned. I wanted a better look so I pulled back the rocket
and stood up. She lay submissively on the couch looking up at me. She was
pleading with her eyes. She didn't have to say anything.

I set down the rocket on the cushion next to her. I saw her eyes drawn to
it, but she made no effort to grab it. I pushed her legs together and
grabbed the bottom edge of her skirt. I started to pull, but it was very
tight. I never thought to unzip the skirt. I don't know if Betty did or if
she preferred to wiggle her ass trying to help me strip her. Either way
eventually the skirt was in my hand and then on the floor.

I stood back up bending over to pick up the rocket. Betty's hands reached
for my breasts. They were almost hanging out of my sundress and before I
could react she had scooped out my left breast and was lovingly nursing on
the nipple. Just like when Carleen first played with my nipples, my pussy
experienced a flash flood. I allowed Betty to suck my nipple for a few
seconds until I felt her hand begin to grab my other breast. I was losing
control of the situation and I wasn't going to do that with her. I
straightened my legs and gave her hand a slap. I started to open my mouth
to chastise her but then I realized I didn't know what to say. Instead I
just forced myself back between her legs. I was kneeling in front of her as
had a perfect view of her pussy. It was pink, wet and inviting. I took the
pocket rocket and held it tight against her clit. She squirmed immediately.

I'm sure Carleen could hear her mother's cries of passion as I quickly
brought her to orgasm. She begged me to stay and promised to do anything I
wanted, but I was tired and confused. I turned off the rocket and walked
out leaving her splayed on the couch in a puddle of her own juices. I
didn't even close the front door and I didn't look back.

The pocket rocket felt warm and wet in my hand. The spring breezes had my
dress dancing over my skin again only this time the motion was driving my
achingly hard nipples crazy. My clit was pulsating and I could feel the
moisture on my thighs as they rubbed together.

Each step brought my arousal higher and higher. My mind was racing with my
memory of Betty pleading with me to make her cum and my doing the same to
Carleen. Holding the rocket in my hand only enhanced my arousal since I
knew I had the solution to my desires in my palm. As I turned a corner, the
wind shifted direction and blew straight up my dress. The cool night air
blew across my hot wetness and almost made me cum. I stopped in my tracks,
frozen in arousal as my body throbbed with the need. I didn't think I was
going to make it home.

Looking up the street I was desperate to find a place to take care of my
aching pussy. The houses on this street afforded no shelter. How could I
explain sneaking into somebody's bushes and getting caught diddling
myself. There was a small strip mall of business between this neighborhood
and mine. I knew there was an alley behind it. It was a scary place, but it
would have to do.

I started walking faster. I was almost to the point of running. There was a
24 hour convenience store and a check cashing store still open. The front
of the building was brightly lit with florescent light. I looked down the
alley. It was dark. I could make out a series of dumpsters. It looked like
each business had their own. I didn't see any people, but I wondered what
the odds were that a homeless person or junkie would have already taken up
residence.

My juices were running down my legs. I had about 10 more minutes to walk to
get home. I tried to calm my breathing. I had to find a way to make it
home.

Just then a gust of wind blew along the side of the building and again up
my skirt. I shuttered as it danced across my clit and my eyes went down the
alley again. I knew my decision was dumb, but I'd made bad decisions
before. My body felt like it was being controlled by the throbbing between
my legs. I guess it was.

I started to walk down the alley. I experienced a mix of thrill, dread,
panic and mind numbing arousal. I passed the first dumpster and then the
second. As out of control as I was, I still had the forethought not to hide
behind the dumpster of an open business because of fear someone would come
outside to empty the trash.

I took a look around and not seeing anybody I took refuge behind the third
dumpster. Leaning against it for support I squatted down. Fortunately there
was a concrete retaining wall the dumpster was pushed against so I had
support on two sides.

My hand moved without me consciously controlling it and brought the now
buzzing rocket under my skirt. As it contacted my pussy lips I threw my
head back in ecstasy. I was trying to be quiet, but my head banged against
the dumpster. I was too far committed at this point to worry about the
noise and too aroused to care about getting caught anyway. I positioned the
tip of the rocket right over my clit and pulled it tight. All I could do is
hang on for the ride.

My eyes were closed and I'm sure I would have made an interesting picture
for anybody walking down the alley with a camera phone. The first pangs of
an orgasm started immediately and I knew it wouldn't take long. Holding the
rocket in my right hand, I scooped out my right breast with my left. First
I cupped its ample heft gently stroking my nipple, but soon I was squeezing
my nipple hard. The pain manifested itself as pleasure by the time it
reached my core and drove me quickly to a massive orgasm.

I don't know how much noise I made. I was shaking and having trouble
maintaining my squatting position so I'm sure I banged into the dumpster a
few more times. I'm also sure I was unable to stifle a moan or six. My
honey flowed and fireworks exploded. I reduced myself panting mess,
horrified at how out of control my body had become by my choice of actions
tonight. I struggled to calm down and then to stand up. I had to get out of
this alley before I was discovered. In my state I would be totally
defenseless against an aggressor determined to have his way with me.

I walked out of alley with a mix of shame and exhilaration. I said a quick
prayer of thanks that nobody was around at this late hour. I still held the
now hot rocket in my hand reminding me of my degrading exhibition of
lust. I walked the remaining 10 minutes back to my apartment, but the time
did little to quench my new found thirst for sex. By the time I made it
home I was horny again. The lights were off and I snuck back into my
room. I wasn't sure if my mom was home. Her bedroom door was shut. It was
just after 3am. I didn't bother to slip off my dress. I just climbed onto
my bed. My pussy had been voicing its need continually since I left the
alley and would not be denied. I used the pocket rocket on myself until the
battery died and then I finally passed out from sex exhaustion for the
second time that night.

I woke about 10:30 and crawled out of bed. My head was pounding from the
wine and my body was sore from cumming so much the night before. I made it
as far as the mirror hanging over my dresser. I was a mess. My hair was a
sight and my make-up was trashed. My yellow sun dress now hung loosely
around my breasts which seemed poised to pop free at the smallest
provocation. One side was covered in grease stains and overall there was a
coating of dirt.

Memories of the alley flooded back. I felt as dirty and disgusting as my
dress looked. I decided to not even try to clean it. This one was going in
the garbage. I took a long hot shower to try and wash away my feelings of
regret at my behavior. It only worked partially. I had felt too good for me
to block all the memories. After my shower I threw on some sweat pants and
a t-shirt. I went into the living room and then the kitchen looking for my
mom. Apparently she wasn't home. I found a note from her that she had to go
into work for a few hours and telling me to meet her at the mall to look
for a dress for dinner with her new beau tonight. He must be something
special if we were going to buy clothes for the evening.

I made myself a sandwich and plopped down in front of the TV to eat. Even
after my shower I wasn't 100% and really didn't want to go shopping. But at
noon as requested, I met my mom. She told me he given her his credit card
and wanted to buy her a dress. They were going to a fancy restaurant and
needed dress up. We searched for a while before we each found a cute new
outfit. My mom's was a formal length dress and conservatively cut. I opted
for a short black cocktail dress. I'd read every woman should have a black
cocktail dress because you can wear it anywhere and figured this was a good
chance to get one. There were two to choose from in my size. One was
shorter and would have exposed more cleavage. That was the one I would have
picked. I still had sex on the brain from the night before. My mom, of
course, grabbed the one which was a little longer, it ended just above my
knee, and which supported my breasts better without showing them off quite
so much. It still was stunning and I have to say I looked great.

Almost as an afterthought my mom decided "we should probably get matching
shoes," which became "we'd better get stockings and underwear too." I
wondered what kind of work Sam did when the bill came to over $300. I made
sure to pick out a lacy set of black panties and a matching bra like I had
seen in my mom's drawer. The felt so much better than the rough texture of
the cheap underwear I usually wore. The stockings felt equally great when I
finally got dressed for dinner that night. As I looked in the mirror I
thought I looked hot. I felt, for the second night in a row, like I was
dressing for a date.

My mom knocked on the door. She looked absolutely stunning. I rarely saw
her get really dressed up but she looked great. Normally at night I'd see
her in club clothes which were more suggestive and less formal. She told me
Sam was going to meet us at the restaurant so off we went. We pulled into
the valet parking of a French restaurant of some note. Our car definitely
looked out of place even if we didn't. We walked inside and were escorted
by the host to Sam's table. He stood and pulled out the chair for my mom
while the host did the same for me. He smiled warmly at me as my mom
introduced me. I reached out to shake his hand which he turned so he could
kiss the back of it. He was definitely a charmer. As we were all sitting
down I thanked Sam for the dress. He was gracious and said it was his
pleasure and that it was worth every penny to have dinner with two such
beautiful and charming ladies. It was safe to say I liked him immediately.

As the dinner went on it seemed that Sam, although nice, couldn't be more
different from my father. Perhaps that's why my mother liked him. Unlike my
father who was a definite take charge, his way or the highway kind of guy,
Sam seemed very agreeable to whatever anybody said. He was more of a go
along to get along guy. I don't say that in a bad way, just a very
different type of man than I had experience with. Although he didn't look
it, he seemed almost effeminate. Still it was obvious my mom really liked
him and I didn't mind all the compliments he kept dropping on me.

After dinner we drove home with Sam following us. I was surprised when my
mom told me that she was going back to his house after she dropped me
off. This seemed out of character, but who was I to judge. Sam got out of
his car and I thanked him for dinner and for the dress. He insisted on
giving me a big hug. My initial judgment of him not being manly aside, his
hug felt good and I was happy my mom would be getting some attention
tonight. Of course as soon as they were out of sight, I was into the
apartment and into her dresser drawer looking for the vibrator. I found my
silver friend, but I also found a thick dildo. I guess my mom had added to
her collection. I grabbed both toys and headed to my bedroom to satisfy
myself.

Both toys gave me a totally different experience. I loved the vibrator. I
always had. Now when I could combine it with the pocket rocked Carleen had
given me last night, I was in heaven. With the vibrator stuffed happily in
my pussy and the rocket held squarely on my clit, I was seeing fireworks in
no time.

After my first orgasm made my pussy extra juicy, I tried the dildo. It was
different, obviously. I missed the vibrations, but I did get a special
feeling of my pussy feeling full. I gave myself a good fucking until I
could feel another orgasm start to build. Then I took the rocket and held
it tight in my right hand. I pulled the dildo out and wedged the rocket
onto my clit. With my left hand I brought the dildo up and pretended it was
a guy pushing his cock into my mouth. I'd only given head to a couple of
guys and none of them were that big. As it had filled my pussy, the dildo
filled my mouth causing me to gag. I could taste my pussy on it and the
rocket was doing its thing. I suddenly wanted to feel the vibrator too so
back into my pussy it went. I wish I had three hands as I continued to work
the dildo in and out of my mouth and held the rocket tight to my clit. The
vibrator was on its own as I struggled to hold it tight with my pussy
muscles. It wasn't easy and my juices continued to flow out of me and onto
the bedspread.

My second orgasm hit fast and without warning. I'm glad my mouth was full
as I'm sure I would have waked the neighbors. As I lay in a pool of my own
juices coming down from my high I decided I had to get a dildo and a
vibrator for myself. I was sure my mom would eventually notice if I
continued to borrow hers.

Life went on as it always seems to do. My mom and Sam were getting along
better and better. They turned into a serious item. My dad was always
asking me questions about them. I tried to not share too much information,
but I could understand why he'd want to know. When I told him about the
dress Sam bought for me he became very jealous. He didn't want his
replacement buying my love the way he tried to do. He didn't say that, but
I knew that was really what he was thinking. The next Saturday I was with
him we were at the mall shopping for clothes. We went to the same dress
shop I had gone to with my mom. I was hoping the black cocktail dress I had
picked but that my mom said was inappropriate would still be there. Of
course it wasn't. But I did find one that fit that was even a little more
risqué. This one showed a generous scoop of my boobs and was cut so short
I'd have to be careful whenever I bent over not to show the world my
underwear. I figured my dad would balk. After all, what dad wants to see
his daughter dress that way? Surprisingly he didn't. Needless to say I was
a bit confused, but he explained it to me.

"Brooke, I would rather you didn't wear dresses like this. You are a
beautiful young woman. You would look killer in the dress, but I don't want
people to get the wrong impression of you."

I wanted to tell him that I found it incredibly exciting when people did
get that impression of me.

"But it's also important for you to feel good about yourself. Is this the
kind of dress Sam bought you?"

I told him that it was and he told me we could get it. I also told him mom
had Sam buy me lingerie. The look I got decoded as I don't really believe
you and think you're milking me for more free clothes, but from the dress
shop we headed to Victoria Secret. I went home that Sunday with two new
sets of bras and panties plus the sexiest dress I had in my closet. As time
went on, I'd feed more information to my dad about my mom and Sam and he
continued to buy me sexy clothes and lingerie. I was building a solid
collection of bedroom attire. My mother's toy collection also continued to
grow and I wondered if Sam was responsible.

When I told my dad of this development he first questioned how I knew. I
sheepishly admitted that I had found her toys a while ago. When he pressed
me how I knew her collection was growing I blurted out that I borrowed them
from time to time. I didn't tell him that "time to time" had become almost
every day. Basically whenever my mom wasn't home, I was masturbating. I
found orgasms to be addictive, but I didn't share that info.

My dad paused for a while deep in thought. "Well I can't have Sam buying
you sex toys, even if it is not deliberate. When we get home, we'll go
online and order some for you."



I was shocked. Did my dad really just say he was going to buy me my own sex
toys? I turned out that he did. He explained to me that there was no reason
to be ashamed about using toys. He said most women he knew needed a little
help to reach orgasm and it was healthy to do so. He said being with a
woman who understood her body and what she needed was much better than
being with somebody who didn't. He also admitted that mom first started
using toys when they were married.

I was freaked out to say the least. My dad had initially been challenged by
my choice of dress and now he was ordering me a vibrator, a dildo and even
a butt plug. I guess he had gotten over his fear of me being too
sexy. About every other time I went to visit we would buy new clothes,
underwear or toys. My collection now surpassed my mom's and was starting to
rival Betty's.

My mom and Sam were still going hot and heavy and by the time my 17th
birthday rolled around they announced they were getting married. I still
thought he was a bit too easy to take advantage of, but maybe that is what
my mom needed after living under my dad's authoritarian style for so
long. I had him wrapped around my finger too. Nonetheless he was a good
provider. He owned his own marketing/consulting business and did very
well. A month before the wedding we moved out of our apartment and into his
house.

Carleen and I had not been hanging out nearly as much as we had in the
past, but I knew she liked to dance so I invited her to the wedding. My mom
and Sam were going to spend their wedding night at the hotel where the
reception was and then were flying out for their honeymoon the next
morning. They would be gone for 10 days and I would have the house to
myself.

Carleen and I danced the night away. Fortunately my new dad sprung for
hotel rooms for the wedding party. We were pretty wasted by the time the
reception ended. Officially we shouldn't have been served due to our age,
but a friendly bartender made sure we had our fill. I'm pretty sure he had
his eye on Carleen and was hoping to score with her, but it didn't
happen. She ended up passed out in my room. There was only one king sized
bed in the room and I ended up cuddled beside her. She slept in my arms
much like I had done that first fateful night at her house. Only this time
she was still in her dress and her mom didn't burst in on us. I had shed my
dress and nestled against her back in some of the sexy lingerie sets my dad
had bought. At some point in the night she must have woke up because I
found her in her underwear the next morning. She was also behind me now
with my breasts cupped in her hands. It was a very nice way to wake up.

That morning we made love. It wasn't a wild and crazy fuck fest, but we
both satisfied each other before departing. I was certainly ready for more
but Carleen seemed a bit hung over still from the night before. I convinced
her to come see Sam's house before I drove her home, although I definitely
had other plans. Once inside I gave her a tour that ended in my bedroom. I
had not shown her my collection of lingerie provided by my dad. She was in
awe. I then showed her my own toy collection. She got a sneaky look in her
eyes and asked me to model one of the outfits. It was the same twinkle in
her eye I had seen at the hotel this morning so I quickly shed my
clothes. I had my back to her as I went through my lingerie drawer when I
felt her hands reach around me and cup my breasts. She obviously remembered
how suggestive I became at her house when she played with my nipples
because she immediately went to work on my hard points.

I threw my head back onto her shoulder and sighed. She had captured me
again. I felt her drop my right breast and slide her hand down my belly. I
took a deep breath because I knew what was coming. She effortlessly slid a
finger into my smoldering pussy.

"That's a good girl. You always get so wet for me."

I moaned.

Carleen kept playing with my body like a concert musician. She knew exactly
what notes to play as she conducted a symphony of pleasure. My knees were
getting weak and I was begging her to take me to bed. Carleen pulled me
over to the bed and pushed me over the edge. I was bent over with my knees
just above the floor and my torso lying across the covers. She told me to
hold my arms and legs out as if I was tied. She then left to rummage
through my toy drawer. Erotic thoughts were flowing through my brain. As I
lay on the bed submissively I wondered my Carleen seemed to know exactly
how to touch me to get me to do what she wanted. I didn't have to wait long
for her return.

"I wish we were at my house so I could borrow my mom's strap-on. You'll
have to get your dad to buy you one."

My face was burning with shame at the mere thought of asking my dad to buy
a strap-on. True he had already bought me a whole slew of toys to poke and
prod every hole on a woman's body, but I drew the line at asking him for a
toy only another woman would use on me.

She settled for using a butt plug up my ass, my biggest dildo stretching my
jaw to its limit and one of my smaller dildos in my pussy. I knew from
experience that that dildo wouldn't get me off. She apparently wanted to
tease me for a while.



Still she was an expert at twisting the fake cock and hitting all the right
spots as she relentlessly fucked me. She had a strong grip on my hair,
twisting my long locks around her fist and forcing my head up and down the
dildo. With her other hand she forcibly assaulted my pussy slamming the
smaller dildo in an out with a ferocious pace. Out of the corner of my eye
I could see the fire in her eyes and see the pair of us in a mirror.  What
a picture we made. Carleen leaning over me was forcing me to fuck all three
of my holes while she held court. She was in complete command of the
situation and relished in her power over me.

My mouth was sore from being stretched and my ass was starting to ache from
the plug. I'd bought the plug as a test to see if there was anything my dad
wouldn't buy. Apparently there wasn't. I'd tried it once before but didn't
really like it. Now, as Carleen continued her assault on my defenseless
pussy, the plug seemed to take on a life of its own. The thin membrane
between my vagina and my ass meant that the dildo kept bouncing against the
plug whenever Carleen rammed it home. It still wasn't quite enough to drive
me over the edge, but it was enough to ramp up my arousal and make me beg
for the rocket to get me off.

Carleen seemed to take pity on me. She stopped fucking me, although she
left the dildo buried deep in my pussy, she pulled my mouth off the one she
was forcing me to suck. I was hoping she was going to grab a vibrator, but
she didn't. She quickly dropped her dress and panties. She then crawled up
on the bed and wigged her pussy in front of my face. I didn't need any
encouragement. I buried my face in her warm and inviting pussy and went to
work. Apparently she had turned herself on by teasing me because her juices
were flowing. I wanted to tease her the way she had teased me, but a quick
regrip of my hair and a firm squeeze from her legs on my ears changed my
mind. She was ready to cum and I was merely the conduit to making that
happen.

I only ate her pussy for a few minutes before she reached her climax. She's
definitely a screamer and I was glad we had the house to ourselves. Her
shrieks of joy had the added benefit of reigniting my flame. They hadn't
gone out when she stopped fucking me, but her expression of release had me
anticipating my soon to be enjoyed climax. Carleen continued to pant on the
bed in front of me. Her breathing was slowly coming back to normal, but she
was making no effort to move. I lifted my head out of her slippery pussy.

"You've had your fun. It's my turn."

Carleen begrudgingly agreed and told me to stand up. As I did, the dildo
slid out of my pussy and fell on the floor. Carleen looked at it and then
looked at me. She stood back up and went to my toy drawer. I saw her grab
the rocket and my old standby, the silver bullet vibe. She also grabbed her
purse which I didn't understand.

"Come with me," she said as she started walking out my bedroom door.

Naked I walked after her. I didn't have any clue where we were going. For a
moment I thought we were going to my mom's room. Could it be that she was
going to fuck me on my parent's bed? No, that wasn't our destination. She
headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. She told me to hop up on the
kitchen table. She then tossed me the rocket and the vibe.

"Fuck yourself."

"What?"

"You want to cum? Then fuck yourself. Every time you eat here with your new
step-dad I want you to think about how you fucked yourself and sprayed your
slut juice on the table."

That did sound pretty wicked to me. Plus I was horny to cum and really
didn't care where I was. I did as Carleen ordered. I was sure it wouldn't
take long to build my body back to a peak. The butt plug now vibrated each
time the silver bullet made contact with it through my pussy wall. It was a
new and marvelous sensation. Quickly I felt my oncoming orgasm begin to
take over my body until I knew my release was eminent. Just as my moans of
passion reached their crescendo I saw Carleen pull her cell phone out of
her purse. I was too far gone to care as Carleen snapped picture after
picture of my "slut face" as it contorted in orgasm. I gushed happiness
which she also documented. As I lay on the table trying to recover, I felt
Carleen dip two fingers into my pussy and pull out a thick load of girl
cum. With the tips still in my pussy I saw her snap a close-up of my
glistening discharge.

"Good girl. You're learning."

I lay exhausted and spent on the kitchen table. My best friend had just
documented my cumming all over the place like a depraved slut. I loved
it. I wondered what would happen next and what Carleen's plans for those
pictures were and who she was going to show.

After resting for a few minutes I peeled myself off the table. My skin was
sticking due to the heat my body had generated. Carleen had already dressed
and wanted a ride home. She let me throw one of my sun dresses over my
dirty, stinky body. She didn't give me a chance to get panties or a
bra. More exactly she told me to put on the dress and didn't mention
underwear and I didn't ask. We drove back to her house in silence. As we
pulled into the driveway she said she had something inside for me and told
me to come in.

As we walked into the front door, I heard Carleen's mom Betty stirring on
the living room couch. Apparently she'd been trying to wait up for
Carleen's return. Carleen told me she'd be right back and headed to her
room. I was waiting in the living room and hoping Betty didn't wake up. I
had not talked to her since the pocket rocket episode and I really didn't
want her to see me like this. Moments of waiting turned into minutes. Betty
woke up. She didn't say a word, although she did look me over from top to
bottom. She then walked into the kitchen, I assume to make some coffee.

I waited in the living room. Carleen still wasn't back. I wondered what she
could be doing. Finally she came back down the stairs. She had an evil grin
on her face. She was holding a CD in a jewel box.

"I burned the pictures of your performance this morning for you so you have
a set."

The meaning was instantly clear to me. I would have a set which meant she
had a set. She also said it loud enough that I'm sure her mom heard. I took
the CD from her. I didn't know what to say.

After she handed me the CD, she started shimmying out of her panties. Now I
was really confused. She dropped them to the floor. I watched as the slid
down her perfect legs until she stepped out of them. I turned my attention
to the briefly to the kitchen pass through door as her mother was walking
back into the living room holding a cup of coffee. I then turned back to
Carleen who was picking up the panties. I was horrified by what she said
and did.

"I know you enjoyed sucking my beautiful pussy this morning. I just jilled
myself again while looking at your pictures. I didn't take my panties off
so you can take my smell home with you."

I couldn't move as she pressed the wet and pungent front panel of her thong
against my nose. I couldn't help but take a deep breath and swoon a little
as memories of our night and morning together flooded back into my mind.

"That's right Brooke. Take a deep breath and remember," she cooed.

I was glad I couldn't see Betty right now. My body was humiliated, but was
also aroused like an inferno. I felt Carleen's other hand lift my dress. I
made no move to stop her. I was holding the CD with a death grip as I
realized my soaking pussy was about to be exposed to Carleen's mom. As I
expected and as I desired, Carleen's fingers found my overheated pussy and
she gave me a quick couple of pokes with her finger.

"What a sloppy mess we have here," she mocked me. "You'd better put these
panties on for your drive home.

Carleen pulled the panties away from my face. I turned my attention to her
mom who was watching this scene play out. Surprisingly she didn't look
upset or even shocked. I felt Carleen's hand on my ankle and at its
prompting lifted my foot. I could feel the wetness sliding up my leg and
thigh until Carleen had them positioned over my pussy. I then felt her push
the soft fabric into my slippery hole. Carleen then stood up and whispered
in my ear.

"That will keep you from leaking too much on the seat. When you get home I
want you to masturbate while wearing my panties. In fact, I want you to
spend the day masturbating. I want to you cum as many times as you can in
my panties. Tonight when you go to bed, I want you to stretch them over
your head so the front panel covers your nose and mouth like an air mask. I
want you to sleep naked. Spread your arms and legs spread eagle like I have
you tied down, smell your slutty smell and think of me."

I was glad her mom had not heard her orders, although I'm sure she saw me
trembling. I was already fingering my clit before I pulled my car out of
her driveway and I came once before I got home. As I lay in bed that night,
my arms and legs virtually bound to the corners of the bed, I tried to
count the number of climaxes I had that day. I know I lost track. Counting
the one on the kitchen table and in the car, I'm sure it was close to
twenty. I gave myself a couple of breaks during the day, but most of the
time I had my hand rubbing my clit through the panties or holding the
rocket. I even tried the butt plug again and this time wasn't too bothered
by it. My mind was a fog of evil thoughts as it took progressively more and
more lewd thoughts to get me off as my body reached its physical orgasm
limit. I even looked at my own pictures for inspiration. I decided that was
the final act of a desperate woman and I finally fell asleep, exhausted but
satisfied.

*** Chapter 02 ***

I'm sure you want to hear that after I masturbated for an entire day at the
direction of my best friend, Carleen, and then went to sleep with my dirty
panties over my head that I've spent the better part of last year as her
slave. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that didn't happen. As time passed
after the panty incident, we've spent less and less time together. We're
still friends and we still get together for kinky sex every couple or three
weeks. But things are not like they were. Sex definitely changes a
relationship.  This last month in the run up to graduation we've hardly
spent any time together. I'd been sporadically dating, but not much lately
and felt the need for Carleen's special kind of touch. This weekend wasn't
the weekend I'd be visiting my dad so it would be perfect, provided I could
convince Carleen.  I had mentioned several times during the week how we
should get together on Friday night and she was receptive. As always, we
didn't openly talk about sex as the reason, but I knew whatever else we
did, Carleen would eventually take charge and put me in my place. In fact,
that was exactly what I wanted and I had been looking forward to it for
days.  After school was out on Friday I raced home to get ready. Thanks to
my dad and Sam my step dad fighting for my love via financial gifts, I had
a wardrobe full of sexy clothes, lingerie and sex toys. I never bothered to
bring the toys to Carleen's however, because her mom had her own fine
collection and ever since the awful night when she caught us together,
she's never said a word when I come over. Carleen simply takes what she
wants, and Betty remains quiet.  Frequently Betty goes out on Friday
night. Carleen always chastises her for being with "that woman" but we've
never talked about her mom's relationships. When I arrived at their house,
Betty answered the door. She was dressed casually. She looked nice, but was
wearing a strange mix of formal and casual. She was wearing a dress that is
hard to describe. It was sliver, almost metallic and it shimmered in the
light. Patterned over this sliver in black was a lattice work which almost
looked like branches and leaves. The effect was to make the dress look like
moonlight filtered by the trees of a forest. I don't think I'd ever seen a
dress quite like it. It was also shorter than I'd seen her wear before and
tight. It came down to her mid thigh and looked like it would be tough to
walk in. I guess that is why it had to be short. If it was long she would
not have been able to move her legs as the material stretched over her
until it fit like a second skin. The dress and heels she was wearing
certainly accented her great legs and tight ass. It would look appropriate
in the fanciest club or on the runway. Over the top of the dress she wore a
denim jacket. It seemed very out of place. Even more out of place was her
favorite toy, a replacement for the pocket rocket Carleen had given me, was
in the left breast pocket of the jacket. The first time I'd used the pocket
rocket it became my favorite toy too so I understood why she replaced it,
but why was she carrying it so openly?  Usually Betty would just let me in
and I'd walk up to Carleen's room. Tonight she stopped me.  "Carleen's not
home Brooke. She went upstate to visit her cousin at college."  I didn't
even know she had a cousin and she never mentioned a trip. I stood in the
foyer confused. I was pissed at her, but I tried not to show it. I figured
I had to say something.  "You look nice. Are you going to a party?"  "I
hope so."  That response perplexed me.  "You don't know if you're going to
a party?"  "Well, I'm waiting for a phone call. I'm not sure if the party
is going to take place. If it does, do you want to come?"  I really
couldn't think of what kind of party Betty would be going to that I would
enjoy. Plus given our history, I didn't really want to hang out with her.
"I don't think so."  "It's going to be fun. It's a rave and there will be
mostly people your age."  Now I was really confounded. Why would Betty be
going to a rave?  "Seriously, you should go. It's always a blast when these
parties come together."  I didn't respond. I noticed an almost empty glass
of wine on the table and wondered how many other glasses she had
consumed. I watched as Betty opened her purse which was sitting on the
table and pull out a joint. This was really starting to get weird. She lit
up and took a deep drag. She coughed as she exhaled and then handed it to
me.  "Here, have a drag."  I took the joint and looked at her. I couldn't
figure out her motivations. I'd never smoked weed before and doubted I was
making the right decision, but I was still pissed at Carleen so I figured
"What the fuck. If she was going to blow me off, what was I supposed to do,
sit home?"  I took a tentative toke on the joint. I hated it. I coughed and
coughed and passed it back to Betty who took another drag and passed it
back to me.  "Just suck it in and hold it in your lungs as long as you
can."  I did and it was a little better the second time. And better still
the third. Soon I was flying and Betty was getting another bottle of wine
out of the fridge. I'd played this game before in this house. Carleen had
got me drunk the first time she seduced me. So that was the game Betty was
playing. Well I wasn't about to let that happen again. I made an excuse
about having to get home and started for the door. Just then Betty's cell
phone rang. I could only hear her part of the conversation, but it sounded
like the rave was on. It was now 10pm.  I was conflicted. I didn't want to
go home, but I didn't want to go with Betty either. I kept making stupid
excuses as she pressured me to go. She was busily tidying up the house
because she said she only had 20 minutes to get there and it was across
town. I held fast to my decision and as we walked out of the house
together, she scribbled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"This is where the party is if you change your mind. Just tell the security
guard you're with me."  With that, she was into her car and pulling out of
the driveway. I stood in wonder. Security guard? Why would there be a
security guard? I looked at the address. I recognized the street. It
intersected the road which went around the airport. I'd seen its sign
although since it was an industrial district I never needed to turn down
the road. The location was an intriguing. I stood and looked at the piece
of paper for maybe 30 seconds before deciding to drive over and check it
out. I got back into my mom's car and headed toward the airport. I figured
I'd drive by and if it seemed OK, maybe I would go in. I was certainly
dressed for the occasion. I'd taken care to dress for Carleen the way she
likes me to do. I was wearing a glittery silver dress with spaghetti straps
cut to show the tops of my boobs. It came down to about 4 or 5 inches below
my pussy and was designed for easy access to an assertive lover. I would
also be perfect for a night of dancing at a party of young hipsters. In
fact I assumed most of the girls would be dressed very similar to me.  It
turned out the address was a warehouse. The parking lot had maybe 20 cars
and the interior office lights were out. Certainly this wasn't the place. I
drove through the lot looking for Betty's car. When I found it I knew it
was decision time. The front door to the office was locked, but a side door
adjacent to the parking lot was open. I immediately heard the pounding beat
of techno music. This was the place. I expected a security guard to appear,
but none did. The warehouse appeared to be a shipping depot. There were a
number of truck stalls and tall racks designed to hold pallets of
merchandise.  The music and lights were coming from behind the racks. I
could not see through the boxes and the aisles were eerily dark. There were
a couple of interior offices with lights on near the docks, but I didn't
see anyone in them. I crept toward the music. For some reason I felt like I
shouldn't be there even though I had been invited. As I neared the end of
the aisle, I could see movement through the racks. When I rounded the
corner, I saw about 30 girls dancing in a circle. I guessed they were all
under 21 and some were clearly younger than me. The only guy I saw was the
DJ. At the center of the circle were Betty and 3 other women all about her
age. The girls were all dressed in their sexy club clothes. Some of them
were exceptionally beautiful, although all were good looking. I started to
wonder if I made the grade.  The older women in the center circle were all
dress like Betty. They were very formal and wore short dresses and
skirts. The others were not wearing jackets. Betty was the only one doing
that. What made them stand out was the writing on their chests. Like Betty
had sported the night she found Carleen and me sleeping together, She had
the word "slut" written in red lipstick across her chest. Unlike last time,
although she could have wiped it off before she got home, she also had a
red circle with arrows pointing to it, a target really, around her mouth.

The other women had similar writing listing their sexual proclivities
written on them. As they danced they appeared to be trying to entice one of
the younger girls into joining them. I watched as two of them paired off
and began walking arm and arm back toward the dock. I was fascinated by
what I saw. I thought I was well hidden, but Betty saw me and waved to
me. Several of the girls turned to look my way obviously wondering who
Betty was signaling. I figured it must be OK so I walked toward them.
Betty walked out of the circle with two girls in tow. They were both thin,
white and beautiful. Betty introduced them as Sandee and Julie. Sandee was
dressed in a short black dress which left her boobs hanging out for the
world to see. She wasn't particularly well endowed, but she was showing
what she had to maximum ability. Julie wore a simple white dress which was
impossibly short. Both girls had beautiful smiles and bubbly
personalities. They told Betty they would be happy to show me around, to
show me the ropes as it were. Betty thanked them and walked back into the
circle.  Sandee took my hand and started pulling me toward the DJ booth. I
lost contact with Betty briefly until I saw her walking toward the docks in
the arms of a blonde girl with an amazing butt. Julie soon joined us and I
was led past the DJ and into a dark corner. Julie did the talking.  "How
much do you know about us? What did Betty tell you?"  "Nothing really, I
replied. I went over to her house tonight to see her daughter and she
invited me to the party," I replied.  "Oh, so you're friends with Carleen
then."  "Yes, we've been best friends for a while."  "Carleen partied with
us a lot last year, but we haven't seen her for a while."  I told them she
was visiting her cousin this weekend.  Sandee laid everything out about the
party for me.  "So we get together as often as we can arrange a party. It
can be tough to find a place, but the security guard is a good friend of
the organizer this month so here we are."  "That's it," I asked. "Why does
Betty have SLUT written on her? I've seen that once before."  "Seriously,
she didn't wash it off before she went home?"  "Well, she washed her face
if she had the target on her, but otherwise no."  "Dang, that's kinky. I
guess it doesn't matter since Carleen knows about her."  "Knows about her?
What's to know?" I asked.  "All the older women here share a certain
trait. They like having girls young enough to be their daughters, and in
Betty's case her actual daughter, tell them what to do. Sexually tell them
what to do. I'm sure Betty is busy eating Ingrid's pussy already up
front. Want to look?"  I did want to look. Somehow their tale seemed both
believable and not believable at the same time. The three of us walked up
front. Two of the offices were now occupied. In each one a younger girl was
sitting on the desk while one of the women serviced her. Betty and Ingrid
were oblivious to our presence. I felt myself start to get aroused as I
watch Betty pleasuring a girl my age. I felt Sandee's arm reaching around
my waist. I was guessing the show was getting to her too. Julie on the
other hand didn't seem too interested.  "Come on, let's dance," she
pleaded.  The three of us walked back to the main party. Both girls were
good dancers. After the last of the women had paired off, the rest of the
girls formed an organic mass of dancing flesh.

One by one the women started returning from the dock area. None were
wearing their dresses now, but their girls were still dressed in their club
dresses. Some had writings in areas more private than their chests and
faces. They were never alone long before another girl claimed them and they
walked back up front. I watched as Betty made three trips to the offices. I
wondered if I claimed her what would happen. As it turned out, I didn't get
that chance.  I had danced with almost all the girls and ended up facing
off with Julie. I was doing a bit of a bump and grind holding onto her hips
and trying to rub myself against her leg. She was in the groove right with
me and was enjoying every moment of my moves when, without warning, I felt
a pair of hands reaching over my shoulders. The hands expertly slid under
the top of my dress and began to massage my breasts. My body responded the
way it always does when somebody grabs my tits like that. I looked over my
shoulder and saw Sandee. I leaned back into her a bit, but didn't try to
get away. As soon as they saw I didn't freak out, Julie slid a hand between
my legs and up under my dress and Sandee pulled her hands off my breasts
just long enough to pull my dress strips down onto my arm to give her
better access to my orbs.  Julie's hand easily slid right up my thigh and
then behind my thong. We were still grooving' to the beat as the girls
began to fuck me on the dance floor. Some of the older women were returning
from the offices, but instead of finding another partner, they found the
group intently watching me and my two new best friends. Julie wasn't trying
to tease me. She seemed to just really want me to fuck myself on her
finger. Sandee was grinding her body against my back while she worked over
my nipples. I figured we'd end up in one of the offices, but again I was
wrong. After I shamefully came on Julie's fingers, to the approving roar of
the crowd, Sandee grabbed my wrist and led me over to one of the rows of
boxes.  I watched as she slid out of her panties and hopped onto one of the
boxes. With one hand she spread her pussy lips. With the other she pointed
at me and then curled her finger. I didn't need a second invitation. I
sauntered up between her legs and bent over. I had to spread my legs for
balance as I bent myself over at a 90 degree angle to begin licking
Sandee's pussy. She tasted heavenly. Her natural flavors were mixing with
the heady scent of her sweat covered thighs, slick no doubt from the
non-stop dancing. It was intoxicating. Sandee grabbed my head. I don't know
if she thought I was going to try and escape (I wasn't) but I didn't
mind. I simply focused my efforts on getting her off. Her hips were rocking
from side to side and she began to whimper. I took that as a
compliment. She now had both hands on my head holding me tight. I felt my
dress being pulled up in the back. Bent over as I was it didn't have far to
go before my panties were exposed. I wiggled my ass as an invitation. I
assumed it was Julie at my backside, but I couldn't see. All I could see
was Sandee's abdomen. I felt my panties being pulled down and then a
confident finger slide into my pussy. After a couple of strokes I felt a
second. I'd learned that I loved having my mouth and pussy occupied at the
same time and tonight was no exception. Having just come a few minutes
earlier, my pussy was still exceptionally wet. I couldn't hear over the
beat of the music, but I'm sure the fingers were making a sloshing sound.
Sandee's death grip on my head got even stronger and I felt her hips rise
up as she tensed. Her ass started bouncing on the box forcing her pussy
deeper into my mouth as she came. I felt her shudder against my mouth and
expected her to release me. She did not. Instead, as her orgasm subsided,
she wrapped her legs together on top of my back. She still had a grip on my
head, but not as strong as before. I could have broken free if I wanted to,
but I didn't. I wanted to see how this would play out.  I felt the fingers
in my pussy begin to retreat. I then felt my ass cheeks being spread while
a solitary digit began to probe my puckered asshole. Although I'd used the
plug on several occasions, I still was nervous when it came to things
sliding into my backside. This finger was no exception. Still Sandee's hand
and legs made it clear where she wanted me to be. I began licking her slit
again while the finger continued to probe my butt. Sandee appeared to be
going through a quick recovery because I could tell her body was already
building to a second climax. Perhaps it was the view she had of me
submissively accepting the finger probe. Perhaps it was my talented
tongue. Perhaps she was just lucky. I didn't know and in truth didn't
care. The hand holding my cheeks apart let go and reached under me to rub
my clit. Now that felt much better than just the finger in my ass. I
started moaning in concert with Sandee. Both of us naturally fell into the
rhythm of the music until we both came together. It was a magical moment in
my young life.  Sandee let go of my head and dropped her legs. I stood
up. Behind me was a young blonde. She looked 16. I never got her name as
she disappeared back to the dance floor with my panties in her hand. I
watched as she danced around holding my panties in the air and pointing at
me to her friends. Apparently I was some kind of trophy.  This was
definitely turning into a great party. I felt alive and tingly. Sandee
grabbed my arm and started leading me back toward the offices. On the way
she said it was time for my initiation.  She explained that although all
the women got off on submitting to young girls, any girl who wanted to
participate had to experience what it felt like before they could join the
group. I didn't remember saying I wanted to join this group, but I got the
impression that it really didn't matter. If I didn't want to leave right
then, which I didn't, then I had to play by their rules.  As I walked by
the first office I saw Betty spread across the lap of a beautiful
redhead. Her ass was bright red, almost matching the girl's hair as she
received her spanking. She had a look of contentment and peace on her face
even though she grimaced every time the redhead's hand rained down on her
butt. The next office had two of the women in it. Each one was servicing a
girl that I had previously danced with. Apparently they liked to share.
Sandee led me into the first unoccupied office. There was a lipstick
sitting on the desk. It was definitely out of place, but I wasn't
questioning anything. Sandee proceeded to write "Newbie" across my
chest. As she was finishing Julie walked in with a different young blond in
tow. Her dress was not as revealing as mine so Julie quickly pulled it down
so Sandee could mark her the way she marked me.  "OK, now leave your
panties here and go back out and dance. Any club member that wants to bring
you back to an office can have you. Do not refuse and do not question any
command given to you. Understand?"  I really didn't, but that didn't
matter. My juices were flowing and I loved the assertive tone in her
voice. We walked back to the party ready to begin. Immediately the girls
swarmed around us. We danced with most of them and several took their
liberties with our tits and pussies right on the dance floor. By the time
Betty came back, I was desperate to be chosen. A bitchy looking brunette
named Natasha grabbed my wrist. As she led me off the floor, she also
grabbed Betty.  "I've always wanted a newbie and her sponsor at the same
time."  So Betty was now my sponsor. That was news to me. Betty's ass was
still red. As I followed her and Natasha to the office I wondered if mine
would soon meet the same fate. Natasha's kink was she liked to sit on the
desk while Betty and I knelt on the floor and alternated who was eating
her. Whoever wasn't servicing her was instructed to stand above and behind
and masturbate for her viewing pleasure. As soon as I stood above Betty, I
realized Natasha wasn't the only one getting an exciting view. Standing
above Betty watching her service a girl younger than her daughter turned me
on more than frigging my clit in front of them was doing. And frigging my
clit was doing wonders for my attitude. Natasha was at ease with directing
us to do her bidding. As soon as the person masturbating showed any signs
of getting ready to cum, she would switch us until the person calmed
down. We must have gone through this cycle four or five times. She had more
control of her own orgasm than anybody I'd met in my young life. Eventually
Betty's tongue proved too hard to resist. I could sense she was getting
close and that drove my own orgasm closer to fruition. I was fully prepared
for her to tell me to stop as I feverishly played with my clit. I waited
and waited for her to tell me to stop as I simultaneously got closer and
closer to cumming and tried to hold back. Finally Natasha grunted and came
on Betty's face. I instantly went over the edge as I saw her humping
Betty's face. I expected Betty to be upset that both of us came and she
didn't, but she took it in stride. Apparently the women receiving pleasure
during these parties was not high on the priority list and that was what
they expected.  Natasha gave us both a kiss and walked out of the door. I
was still winded when Betty told me we had to get back. Over the next hour
or so I went back to an office 7 times. The girls were all quick, not
nearly as controlled as Natasha had been. Mostly I was by myself but a
couple of times I joined one of the older women. During one of these
meetings our girl in charge wanted the woman to spank me. Apparently her
parents had spanked her growing up and she wanted to play with herself
while my ass was heated by the woman's hand. The other time I was told to
69 with the woman until we both came. That was much better than being
spanked.  The party seemed to be winding down. I had to be about 2:30 or
3am by my reckoning. I had just finished eating the pussy of yet another
unnamed young girl. She was very tasty and very expressive when Julie and
Sandee appeared at the door. They gathered me up and walked me to the
security office. There was a long table about three feet wide in the back
of the office. In a night full of interesting twists for me, the ending was
going to be another first. Bent over the table were Betty and the three
other older women. Three were positioned on one side and one on the
other. The other newbie was there similarly bent over. Finally there was
one open spot directly across from Betty. This is where I was positioned.
Standing at the security console was a man I gauged to be about 28. He was
naked and Natasha was busily slurping on his cock keeping it hard. Once we
were all in position, she released his staff and he took up a position
behind me. His cock found no resistance from my slippery happiness hole as
he began to fuck me from behind. For about a minute, his magnificent cock
rammed itself home into my womb. After that minute, however, he pulled out
and Natasha quickly slurped him into her mouth again. After he was clean he
moved on to the other newbie. Natasha whispered in my ear that she loved
the taste of my pussy on his cock and hoped we could get together
later. Another minute, another slurp from Natasha and the first of the
older women was penetrated. Around the table he went. I was surprised that
he made it as long as he did. Natasha was smoking hot and I couldn't
believe he wouldn't just blast off from her oral skills. She obviously
loved sucking his cock. He made it two rotations around the table. The
third time he was in me he didn't stop after a minute. I got at least three
minutes of his talents before he pulled out and sprayed a massive load into
Natasha face. She seemed to relish the jizz hitting her tender skin. I was
surprised she didn't open her mouth. Betty would later tell me she loves to
get facials and that it turns her on to go home to her boyfriend after
having another guy's load coating her.  Everybody seemed tired as they
walked back to their cars. Betty stopped me before getting into her car to
make sure I was OK. I assured her that I had a great time. She told me this
group meets about once a month if I wanted to attend again. I told her I
would.  She told me she belonged to another group which met less frequently
but was equally fun. I told her to let me know about that party too. As I
reflected on the events of the night on my drive home I couldn't believe
what happened. But then again I never believed what I was capable of doing
until I did it.  When I saw Carleen in class Monday I asked her if she
enjoyed the visit with her cousin. She looked confused at first but then
grasped what I was saying.  "Actually I had a date and I knew you'd enjoy
the party so my mom lied a bit to you."  Even if her motivation was good, I
was mad that they had lied to me. If she had just explained what the party
was about I'd have wanted to go. Having Carleen at the party would have
been great. I hope her date was worth it because I was getting tired of her
games and didn't think we'd be hanging out too often from here on out.  My
next adventure in fact did not include Carleen or Betty. It involved my
step-dad. Before you get up in arms, I did not fuck him. I didn't even
touch him. I did fuck one of his clients however or should I say he fucked
me. Life at Sam's house after he married my mom had been pleasant over
all. There was a little static as we blended our families, but overall it
was pretty good. I still thought he was a little weak and feminine, but he
treated my mother and me well. After I graduated from High School Sam
announced that he wanted to help me get a car of my own before I went off
to college. This seemed like a good idea to me as I was tired of borrowing
my mom's car. I think she was a bit tired of it too.  Sam had been working
on signing up a new client who owned a string of auto dealerships in
town. From luxury brands to bargains and "previously enjoyed" models, this
man controlled a majority of the cars sold in our town. Sam had been trying
to sell his marketing services to this man since I'd met him. It would be
his largest account and a serious infusion of cash if he could land the
account. Sam told me his, hopefully, final meeting was next Sunday at the
man's house. Apparently he's too busy at the end of the month to meet at
his dealership office. He told me I should come along and he'd see about
working a discount on a car for me into the deal. I asked why the man would
do that.  "You are a beautiful young woman, Brooke. I think he'd want to
help you. Most guys are dogs and besides getting a good discount, I think
your presence will distract him enough to help me close the deal. He's a
real ball breaking negotiator. I really need your help."  I certainly
wasn't against helping Sam. He'd done so much for my mother and in a
roundabout way me. Plus it sounded exciting to tease an older man and if I
could end up with a better car than I could normally afford, what could go
wrong? As it turns out, plenty could go wrong.  The first issue was I was
supposed to hang out with my dad this weekend. The meeting was set for 4pm,
however, so we'd really have to just cut our time short by a few hours. I'd
have to make up an excuse because I knew my dad would never approve of Sam
using me this way. The second issue was what to wear. I had plenty of sexy
clothes, but they didn't really meet the casual nature of the meeting. My
sexy clothes were all formal or club clothes and that really didn't work
for a Sunday afternoon. I told Sam about my concern and he solved the
problem by buying me a new yellow sundress. It was perfect. It was casual
and sexy at the same time. The top was cut as to expose a wide expanse of
my breasts. In fact I'd have to be careful not to let them pop free of the
dress' confines. The length was short enough to show off my legs,
especially if I wore the right heels, but wasn't so short that it looked
inappropriate. It came down to about the middle of my thighs. As I looked
in the mirror of the clothing store I knew immediately this was the dress
for me.  As we drove over to Mr. Thompson's house Sam told me to just sit
back and look pretty. I told me I could flirt, but to not be too
intrusive. He explained that he told Mr. Thompson that I was coming because
I was interested in his opinion about what to buy for my first car. Sam
told me that he would steer the conversation and I should feel free to join
in during the small talk, but when they talked business to try and stay
quiet.  I listened to what Sam wanted me to do. I heard him say "flirt" but
what I understood was "tease." If Sam wanted Mr. Thompson to be a little
confused and easy to manipulate, I could do that. I had not met a man yet
who could resist a little flash of thigh and a nice view of cleavage. My
dress could accomplish both.

We pulled up to Mr. Thompson's house. It was more than a house. It was a
mansion really. There was a red Ferrari in the driveway with a 750 BMW
parked next to it. Obviously Mr. Thompson had money. We really needed to
win this deal. Sam rung the doorbell and a woman dressed in a maid's
uniform answered the door. She said we were expected and led us through the
house and out onto the patio. I didn't get to see much of the house, but
what I saw was exquisite. The back yard was amazing. There were at least
three acres of manicured grounds and a large in ground pool. There was a
building at the back of the pool which was bigger than the apartment my mom
and I shared before she married Sam.  Mr. Thompson was sitting at a patio
table and rose to greet us. He was a little older than Sam, I judged, but
appeared to be in great shape. His and was very strong when he shook mine
and he spoke in a commanding, deep booming voice. No wonder he was a ball
busting negotiator. Sam introduced me as his step-daughter whom they had
previously discussed.  "Yes, the one looking for her first car. We can
certainly help you with that. Come by the dealership next week and I'll
make sure you're taken care of."  I thanked him. I didn't think it would be
that easy. We stood and chit chatted for a few minutes. I could tell
Mr. Thompson was sneaking peaks at my breasts and looking at my legs. I
guess Sam's plan was working.  I didn't know how long the small talk part
of a meeting like this usually lasts so I figured if I was going to tease
him a bit I'd better get to it. I asked Mr. Thompson about his grounds, the
pool and what how much maintenance was required. He said he didn't do any
of the work himself and then asked if we would like a tour. I jumped at the
chance. Sam seemed pleased.  Mr. Thompson pointed down a stone path which I
began to walk down. He and Sam followed me and I could feel both of them
eyeing me up and down. I knew my ass looked great in this dress and I
imagined them both undressing me with their eyes. The late afternoon sun
was in front of me and I pictured the dress becoming translucent. I didn't
think it was, but the thought fed my fantasies and lusts. I heard
Mr. Thompson's voice describing the various garden features, but I wasn't
focused on horticulture. It was more like whore culture and how I could
tease Mr. Thompson.  I saw a particularly beautiful flower in front of me
so I stopped and bent over to look at it. I knew my dress would ride up,
but I didn't know how far. I hoped it was not so high as to break the
illusion that I didn't know what I was doing. I could feel the air begin to
flow up my legs and I was definitely turning myself on. I wished I could
have seen the expression on both men's faces as I continued my little show.
Straightening up I continued toward the pool. When I commented on how nice
the pool was I took a quick peek back at the men. I thought I saw signs of
growth in Mr. Thompson's pants. Sam had a definite tent pole. I had hoped
the results of my show would have been reversed, but they were what they
were.  I was trying to figure out how to get Mr. Thompson more interested
when we reached the pool. I asked him if he ever went skinny dipping.  He
admitted that he and his wife at one time did that frequently, but not for
years, although sometimes if a party got a little wild, somebody invariable
got thrown in. I just smiled. Mr. Thompson then gave us a tour of the pool
house. The front room was furnished with several rattan couches and chairs
There was seating for maybe 12 people and separate changing facilities for
me and women. I took the opportunity to go to the woman's room. There were
three showers and two toilet stalls along with a large mirror above two
sinks.  I took the opportunity to straighten my dress a bit to maximize the
cleavage I was showing. I wish I had my purse to touch up my make-up, but
I'd left it at the table. Walking out of the changing room I found the men
talking. Their conversation stopped as soon as I appeared as both were
looking at me. I relished the position I was in as I walked past them and
back out by the pool. I commented that it was too bad I had not brought my
swim suit. Sam commented that I could skinny dip. He sounded like he was
joking and I hoped he was. As much as I was enjoying teasing Mr. Thompson,
I wasn't about to strip naked in front of him and Sam.  We continued our
garden walk. I stayed in front and kept imagining them looking at my
ass. Eventually we returned to the table. I knew now was the time I was
supposed to shut up, but I still wanted to help my step-dad so I positioned
my chair to face the sun. At least that was the excuse I used. The real
reason was I knew that would give Mr. Thompson a side view into the top of
my dress. I could feel my nipples harden as I thought of him staring at me
and my pussy began to moisten.  I was sure my nipples had pushed the front
of my dress out and one would be clearly visible to Mr. Thompson at the
angle I was sitting. I didn't understand much of what was being discussed,
but I tried to look interested. The only thing I was interested in was the
fire growing between my legs. Several times I uncrossed and recrossed my
legs in an effort to discretely move my thong between my pussy
lips. Although I couldn't follow the meeting, Sam seemed to be leading the
discussion and Mr. Thompson seemed to be distracted. Score one for Brooke.
I saw Mr. Thompson shake his head as if trying to clear his thoughts and
from that moment on, he seemed to be a different negotiator. I hoped my
charms had not run out. Sam and Mr. Thompson went back and forth on several
points. It still sounded like Sam was in good shape, and eventually both
men stood up and shook hands. I wanted to look up at Mr. Thompson and catch
him taking advantage of the hand shake to look down my dress, but I was
still trying to play the role of an inadvertent exhibitionist.  Sam pulled
a contract out his briefcase and handed it to Mr. Thompson. It was about 4
pages long of boilerplate legalese which Mr. Thompson quickly went
through. He told Sam he had a standard non-disclosure, terms and conditions
contract he required all of his vendors to sign. Provided Sam agreed to the
terms, they had a deal and he would sign with him. Mr. Thompson waved
toward the house and the maid walked outside.  He asked her to get the
contract which was sitting on his desk and she turned and walked back into
the house.  The tenor of the meeting changed back to casual again and I
tried to contribute. Mr. Thompson told us he always throws a party for his
sales staff at the end of each quarter and that we should come to the next
one. I said that sounded fun, adding I hope it's the kind of party where
the youngsters went skinny dipping. I regretted adding the swimming part as
soon as I said it, but Mr. Thompson didn't seem offended. He said with a
smile that only happened if the sales staff had a really good quarter.  The
maid returned with Mr. Thompson's contract for Sam to sign. It was at least
twice as thick with small narrow type. I could see the dismay on Sam's
face. He'd have to go through it thoroughly before he could sign it. I
guessed that would take at least half an hour. Mr. Thompson asked if I'd
like a tour of the house while he studied the document. I agreed
immediately. I certainly didn't want to sit and watch Sam read.  Sam
dismissed me with a wave. He was already engrossed in the
contract. Mr. Thompson ushered me inside. The maid appeared and asked if he
needed anything. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and I said I was
good. She disappeared back to the kitchen. Mr. Thompson escorted me around
the house. It was furnished very well. I'm sure he had a decorator do
it. Everything was meticulously placed. There was a large family room and a
separate media room. The dining room could serve 12 and the living room as
carpet softer than any I'd ever felt.  Mr. Thompson steered me toward the
winding staircase and followed me up a few steps behind me. I was sure he
was getting a perfect view up my dress of my thighs. I'd been creamy ever
since we sat back down at the patio table and I could feel myself thrilling
to the thought of this older man watching me. Upstairs he showed me his two
kid's rooms. Both were off at college. There were two guest bedrooms, both
decorated better than my mom's and Sam's master bedroom. The final stop on
the tour was Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's master bedroom. He whisked me inside
and I was in his arms in a flash. I tried to fight him off, at least that
is what I wanted him to think, but he was very strong and clearly wasn't
going to be denied. Mr. Thompson laid it on the line to me.  "Look you
little tease. I know why your step-dad brought you here today. He figured a
flash of those velvety thighs and hard nipple tits would get him a better
deal. What did he promise you?"  "I don't understand?"  "Oh I think you
do. Where I'm from we know how to break a cock tease and you're one of the
worst ones I've ever seen. Do you know what young girls tease?"  He still
had a firm grip on my arms. I was starting to feel dizzy from the sudden
change of mood in the room and the flash flood soaking my thong.  "No. No I
don't."  "It's because they secretly want a man to give them a big hard
cock but they are too scared to ask."  I wanted to say it's because my
step-dad promised to help me get a car, but at the moment all I could
concentrate on was the growing bulge in his pants.  "Believe me girly, I
know what you want and I know how to give it to you."  With that I felt him
push me back against the bed. He finally released my arms as I fell
backward against the mattress. I could see wedding pictures of he and his
wife on the dresser and pictures of his kids on the nightstand, but none of
that mattered right then. I watched as he undid his belt and then dropped
his pants. What had started as a small growth in the garden was now a
raging hard on sticking out of the front of his boxers. He didn't pull them
off as he advanced on the bed. God how I wanted him and I let him know.
"Yes, Mr. Thompson. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me."  With one swift
movement he pulled my dress up exposing my thong. He didn't bother removing
my thong. He simply pulled it aside and then sank his cock deep inside me
in one hard thrust. I saw stars from the first stroke and started to feel
an orgasm building by stroke three. Within a minute I was creaming on his
cock with my legs wrapped around him. He continued to pound me. He didn't
let up as my orgasm ripped through me.  "That's right tease. Cum for
me. You know you want to."  I was moaning and building to another big
release. I felt him pop out of my pussy and saw him walk up the length of
the bed toward my head. I didn't resist when he pushed his slimy cock into
my mouth. He wasn't interested in me doing any work. He was fucking my
face. My mouth was simply another hole for him to fill. Saliva was dripping
down my chin and I had to work to keep from gagging as he took his
pleasure.  "Come on baby. Don't just lie there. Surely you know how to work
a cock in that pretty mouth of yours."  I tried. I really tried. I didn't
have that much experience sucking real cocks. I had done it before but most
of the time Carleen had me sucking on a dildo. It wasn't the same. His pace
quickened and figured he was going to cum soon. I secretly wished he would
fuck my pussy some more, but I couldn't ask for that with my mouth full.
Just then the maid entered the room. I was mortified. I was lying on his
bed with my legs spread and well fucked pussy on display. I probably would
have screamed if I wasn't gagged with cock.  "Mr. Thompson, your guest has
finished with the contract and is waiting for you."  "Thank you
Alicia. I'll be done here in a minute."  I couldn't believe he didn't even
break stride when being caught by the maid.  "Alicia, before you go, can
you grab the bottle of lube off the bathroom vanity?"  "Of course sir."
Mr. Thompson continued to fuck my mouth, although he slowed his pace enough
to reach down and finger my pussy without falling over. His aggressiveness
was pushing all my hot buttons as she switched his hand's attention to
pulling my boobs out of my dress. They had been flopping around anyway as
he fucked me so I doubt he had missed getting a good look. What had been
overlooked was his desire to play with my nipples and the effect it had on
me. I was moaning around his cock and leaking juices out of my pussy when
the maid returned with the lube.  "She's learned how to give a proper
blowjob. Can you grease up her ass for me?"  "Of course sir."  I guess with
enough money you can get full service maids as I felt her finally pull my
soaked thong off my body. I was leaning on my side as Mr. Thompson
continued to assault my mouth and the maid pushed my legs together and then
up toward my chest. This gave her easy access to my backside. I couldn't
turn my head to get a good look, but from the corner of my eye I saw her
liberally dousing her fingers with the lube. I knew what was coming and I
tried to prepare for it. I relaxed as best I could under the circumstances
and tried not to resist as she pushed two fingers against my ass.  Her two
fingers were smaller than the plug I used with Carleen so they didn't feel
that bad. The maid began to wiggle her fingers around which actually felt
good. Then my brain remembered what she was preparing me for and I clenched
reflexively. In response the maid slapped my upturned ass causing
Mr. Thompson to laugh.  "Look tease, one what or another, my cock is going
up your ass before I send you back to step-daddy downstairs. Alicia is good
at preparing a girl, heck she's even prepared a few guys for my wife, to
take it up the ass.  Just let her do her job and you'll be fine."  I tried
to relax again as Alicia continued to finger fuck me. She switched from two
to three fingers and even gave me a quick tickle on the clit. I was
building to a massive climax. When Alicia got four fingers into my ass,
Mr. Thompson pulled his cock out of my mouth. He stepped back from the
bed. His tool dripped with my saliva and glistened in the light. He gave my
nipple another squeeze and then waved his hand at the maid.  She pulled her
fingers out of my ass and then grabbed my ass and rolled me onto my
knees. She gave my ass another spank and told me she tell my step-dad I'd
be right down. Mr. Thompson took his time. He thanked Alicia for her help
and gave her a hug. I watched as she gave his cock a good squeeze. Almost
as an afterthought she took the bottle of lube and squeezed another
generous amount onto her hand. She started giving him a quick hand job
spreading the slippery fluid all over his shaft. I had mixed thoughts at
that time. I'd never been properly ass fucked and Mr. Thompson certainly
had the tool to do so. But the thought of being spread so wide, Alicia's
preparations notwithstanding, scared me. I almost wished she'd accidently
get him off with her hand job, but I knew he'd never allow that. He was too
much in control of his body and this situation to not let his plan come to
completion.  I felt Mr. Thompson move behind me. With a flip of the hem of
my dress, my ass and his target was exposed to his lustful gaze. I tried to
steady myself and be prepared for the inevitable. I felt the head of his
cock poke my backdoor. I grunted and felt him push. At first his cockhead
felt about the same as my tapered butt plug. But instead of having my ass
snap around the narrower base like I was accustomed to feeling, the full
girth kept pushing into me. I'd never felt as full in my life as inch after
inch pushed into my ass.  "You're almost there baby. Only a couple more
inches and you'll have it all."  A couple more? It didn't feel that big in
my mouth and pussy. I grunted again and wrapped the bedspread in my fists
to fight against the invader. Finally he stopped pushing and I felt myself
let loose a sigh of relief. Then he started fucking me. The sensation was
unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was totally different from when the
vibrator or dildo would brush up against my butt plug. It wasn't exactly
pleasurable, but after the initial insertion, it wasn't really painful
either. I just felt fuller than I ever had before.  Mr. Thompson had an
unyielding grip on my butt cheeks as he continued to hammer home his cock
up my ass. I wished he would reach around a finger my clit, but he seemed
determined to preserve the leverage he had by holding my ass. I decided I
had to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. I let go of the blanket
with my right hand and snaked it beneath my body. While I could give myself
the pleasure I would need to cum, it also meant that I could no longer
effectively brace myself from Mr. Thompson's thrusts. As a result, my head
dropped to the mattress rising my ass up even higher into the air and into
position for him to thrust even harder. I struggled to push myself up with
one hard while my other hand frantically rubbed my clit, but I just
couldn't do it. With a moan I embraced my position and buried my head into
the comforter. The next thrust pushed me forward putting pressure on my
head, but I was too far gone to care.  With my left hand no longer bearing
any of the weight loads from my body, I decided to put it to good work. I
curled it under my torso and grabbed my right breast. As soon as it touched
the nipple I shuttered. As I grabbed it and squeezed it hard I came. It
wasn't a little orgasm either. It was a no holds barred, mind shattering,
earth quaking, soul bending kind of orgasm that rocked me to the core. It
also affected Mr. Self control as I instantaneously felt him push all the
way in and fill my ass with what felt like a gallon of seed. Through all my
convulsions I could still feel his cock pulse and twitch as he loaded me
full.  I held my position, ass in the air, face down on the bed as I felt
him pop out of my ass. I was mewing with contentment as I looked sideways
as he walked to the dresser. His cock had barely deflated by the time he
returned with a butt plug he had pulled from the dresser. This one was much
bigger than mine but I had little doubt it would now fit
easily. Mr. Thompson didn't even bother to grease it up. My asshole must
have been so distended that it easily slid in.  "That will let you keep my
load until you get home. It's just a little present from me to you."  I
wanted to tell him he already gave me my present, but I just smiled. He
then walked back to the head of the bed where I had blown him
earlier. Without fanfare he grabbed my head again. I fell back to the
position laying on my side I had been before as he pushed his cock into my
mouth.  "Clean me good. My wife will be home soon."  This time he didn't
fuck my face. He was staying hard as I dutifully cleaned my ass and his cum
from his cock. He reached down and began playing with my nipples. This time
he wasn't rough at all. He didn't even squeeze them. He just slowly pulled
his fingers across one and then the other. I was getting hot and bothered
again and his cock was just as hard as it had been before he blew his
load. As he popped his now clean cock out of my mouth I begged for him to
stick it back in my pussy. I gave him my best come-hither look hoping to
entice him into another round but he wasn't buying. He starting putting his
pants back on and then grabbed my thong. I watched as he rubbed it against
my pussy smearing more of my juices into it.  "I'm going to keep this for
my wife. She'll want to smell it. If you want more of my cock, you'll have
to come to the quarterly sales party. I'll make sure you're taken care of."
It struck me that he used the same phrasing when he told me he'd get me a
good price on a car. I groaned in frustration as Mr. Thompson walked out of
the door. My ass was full with the plug holding back a river of sperm and
my pussy was pulsating with the need for more cock. Since Mr. Thompson had
pulled the plug out of the dresser I briefly considered searching for a
dildo or vibrator, but figured that might kill the deal. I'd have to wait
until I got home. I stood back up and tried to pull my dress down into a
position which didn't look like I'd just had the shit fucked out of me. The
cups around my breasts didn't feel right and my nipples were on prominent
display through the thin material. The dress was wrinkled beyond believe
and my hair was a mess. I had no underwear and I was worried that my pussy
would leak through the material. Other than that, I was doing great.  I
made my way down to the patio. I watched as Sam and Mr. Thompson shook
hands again. There were smiles all around. We said our goodbyes and as we
were walking to our car, Mrs. Thompson arrived. She was even more beautiful
than in her wedding pictures. I was a bit surprised to find she wasn't a
trophy wife. He was actually married to a woman close to her age. She'd
definitely had work done, but at least she wasn't a 20-something gold
digger.  Sam was introduced as the company's new marketing consultant. I
was introduced as his step-daughter who wanted to come back for the next
pool party. I blushed as Mrs. Thompson looked me up and down before saying
that would be nice. I wondered if her husband gave away her butt plugs
often. I guess nothing went wrong with the meeting after all.  We drove
home in silence. Sam didn't say a word about the contract. I assume he knew
Mr. Thompson had fucked me. We'd been gone for about 40 minutes. As big as
the house is, it doesn't take that long to tour it. Add to that my wrinkled
and stretched dress and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what
happened. My pussy was still creaming as I thought about it. Either Sam
didn't know meaning he was totally oblivious to his surroundings or he did
know and didn't mind pimping me out to help his business. Neither
conclusion was particularly positive. Still as I replayed the events with
Mr. Thompson in my mind I couldn't help but feel warm and fuzzy. As I sat
down in the car my short sun dress had rode up in the back and my ass was
sitting directly on the warm leather seat of Sam's car. I could still feel
my pussy juicing and I knew the seat was going to be wet. Rather than shock
me I felt good about it. If Sam wasn't going to worry about my actions
neither would I.  While I was OK with sweating and leaking pussy juice on
his seat, I still wasn't prepared for what happened after he hit a
particularly nasty pot hole. The whole car seemed to bounce as the hole
threatened to swallow the sedan. My ass bounced a bit on the seat driving
the plug deeper into my ass. I successfully stifled a moan, but the plug
was no longer positioned where it could hold in the load of Mr. Thompson's
jizz. I could feel the sticky cream begin to leak. I was mortified. I tried
to wiggle slightly to reseat the plug but I think I just succeeded in
spreading the discharge around the seat.  We were almost home but I could
tell all of the cum had drained out of my ass and onto the seat. I was
trying to think of a way to keep from making a scene when we got home. I
decided to walk inside like nothing had happened and hope Sam didn't
notice. I'd then sneak back into the garage in a few minutes and clean up
my mess. It wasn't a good plan, but it was the only plan I had.  As we
parked in the driveway, Sam quickly got out of the car. I followed suit. I
could hear the sound of skin stuck on the leather peeling away and hoped
Sam somehow missed the sound. Getting out of the car I tried to discretely
pull my dress back down. I was Sam watching me through the car window. He
obviously heard the sound and made the connection to its cause. I prayed he
couldn't see the cum on the seat in the bad light.  Sam walked into the
house in front of me. I'd gotten away with it. My mom was waiting for us
and wanted to hear what happened. If she noticed the state of my dress she
didn't mention it. I went upstairs to change and clean up before my mom
noticed anything. Besides Sam could gloat about what a good job he did
getting the deal. When I got back downstairs, wearing jeans, panties and a
t-shirt with the butt plug stored safely in my toy collection, I didn't see
either my mom or Sam. I walked into the garage to clean up my mess. I was
shocked to see the dome light on in Sam's car. I snuck up to the window and
then I almost threw up. My door was open and Sam was kneeling next to the
car licking my seat. He was lapping up both my pussy juice and
Mr. Thompson's semen. I must have gasped because he looked up and saw
me. He then put his face back down in the seat and continued licking. I ran
out of the garage disgusted.  Sam walked back into the house a few minutes
later. He obviously had a hard on. He snuck up behind my mom and gave her a
hug and pressed his body against her. She clearly thought his affection was
because of her, but I knew he was hiding what really turned him on. I ran
upstairs to the bathroom and threw up.  As I lay on the bathroom floor
hugging the toilet I tried to figure out what to do. I wasn't sure of the
best course of action, but one thing I knew was that I'd better be getting
a nicer car than I could normally afford out of this situation.

*** Chapter 03 ***

I spent the next couple of days pondering what I should do. I was still
grossed out by my step-dad licking up my juices and the cum of his client
which had leaked out of my ass and onto his car seat. We had not talked
about it and I didn't really want to. I decided my next step was to go car
shopping at Mr. Thompson's dealership and see what kind of deal I could
get. I'd then tell Sam if he wanted my mom not to find out he got turned on
sucking up his client's semen, he'd come up with the cash.

Mr. Thompson owned several dealerships so I had to call around to find the
one he was at. I talked to him briefly and he told me to just ask for him
when I got here. Walking into the dealership I'm sure I didn't look like a
prime buying candidate. I was too young and didn't dress the part of a car
buyer. In fact I was ignored by the sales staff. Oh, all the men looked. I
could tell they were checking me out. But working on commission meant not
wasting your time if you can't make money so beyond their first looks, they
didn't make any contact.

I asked at the information desk to see Mr. Thompson. I could tell the woman
working at the desk didn't think much of me. She was of Latin heritage, but
I couldn't decide which country. She was dressed in a manner which didn't
fit into an auto dealership at all. She was wearing blue jeans and a black
mesh wrap for a top. The wrap was clearly meant to be worn over a blouse,
but she just wore it over a black bra. I couldn't see much of the lower
half of her body, but the see through top showed plenty. Beyond her angelic
smile, I could tell she worked out due to her cut abs.  Oh, and did I
mention she was stacked? Whether it was due do a great bra maker or a great
plastic surgeon, her huge breasts seemed to defy gravity.  The nametag
hanging over her left breast said Myra. I immediately decided she had been
hired to lure male customers into the dealership. She called Mr. Thompson
for me and said it would be a couple of minutes.

I kept trying to sneak peeks at her much like Mr. Thompson had done to me
last Sunday. She didn't seem to mind. I guess she was accustomed to being
gawked at sitting at the front desk. Her phone rang and she told me
Mr. Thompson would see me know.

I saw him walking down a hallway from the back of the dealership. He
thanked Myra and then escorted me to his office. He asked me what kind of
car I had in mind. I told him after Sunday I was expected a great deal. He
told me that I already had one on Sunday. I was taken aback by his
attitude. He'd fucked me in the ass after all. He was the one who got the
good deal.

We bantered back and forth a bit. After narrowing the type of car down he
punched up their used inventory on his computer looking for something we
could work with.  He found a low mileage car that had been sitting on the
lot for too long.

"I've got to move this one. I can't have it taking up the space. Test drive
it. If you like it, I'll give it to you for my cost."

I figured he'd got it in trade for a new car so he must have bought it
pretty cheap. That sounded fair. Mr. Thompson stood up and walked around
his desk. Since I was sitting in the chair, he seemed to tower over me. He
was very imposing and I started to remember how he made me feel just a few
days ago.

"So Brooke. You want this car cheap. What are you willing to do to get it?"

"I already did it last Sunday."

"No, Sunday you got your step-dad hired. His contract is revocable so I
could easily drop him again. Now what are you willing to do for me?"

I thought for a moment. "Suck you cock?"

"That's a start, but I want to fuck you again. Take your clothes off."

"Here?"

"What's wrong with here? You already fucked me in my wife's bed. What's
wrong with my office?"

I bowed my head. "Nothing."

I started to take off my clothes while he locked the door. At least we
wouldn't have his maid bursting in on us again. By the time I was naked he
was removing his pants and this time his boxer shorts. His cock was already
at half staff and looked as yummy as I remembered. Without reservation I
dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.

This time he let me give him a proper blowjob instead of fucking my face
like he had done on Sunday. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, although I
certainly was. I didn't like being naked in a car dealership even if I was
with the owner. His cock quickly grew to its full potential. It certainly
was nicely shaped and generously sized. He let me slurp away for a good 10
minutes before he pulled his cock away and had me stand up.

He told me to sit on the edge of his desk. I hoped he would return the oral
favor on me, but that wasn't in his plan. Still it felt great to have is
cock in me again. Like our slow paced blowjob, he took his time and didn't
just pound me like he'd done before. He was taking long, slow, measured
strokes filling my pussy with each teasing thrust. I had my legs on his
shoulders and my hands were gripping his shirt. He kept talking dirty
asking how much I liked his cock, where I wanted it next and how long I
could go before I'd need to return for another fucking. I felt deliciously
naughty as he called me dirty names and made me beg. His cock felt great
but I felt myself longing for him to just start pounding me. I told him
this, OK I begged for him to fuck me harder. He gave me a couple of quick
hard thrusts causing me to jump a bit off the desk, but then he slowed down
again. The bastard kept giving me just a taste and then he'd slow. He was
driving me crazy and I was begging continually. His slow strokes were
hitting all the right places, but the pace wasn't going to let me cum.

Finally I asked what it would take to let me cum. He told me I had to come
back every Monday morning and let him have his way with me. I badly needed
to cum so I agreed, although in the back of my mind I didn't really mean
it. I probably would have agreed just about anything at that point.

Mr. Thompson gave me a sharp thrust and then began to pound me much like he
had when he took my ass. I was off like a rocket and assumed he would be
soon too. But like Sunday, he surprised me with his level of control. Soon
I was squirming on his desk and then gloriously cumming, but he kept
pounding away. Soon a second orgasm swept over me. As I quivered on his
desk, I felt him pull out dropping my legs to the floor.

"Back on your knees," he said.

I guess he wanted to finish in my mouth. I didn't mind so I did what he
asked. He had another surprise in store for me. Instead of pushing his cock
into my mouth, he pressed my boobs around his cock and began to titty-fuck
me.

"You've got great tits babe. I wanted to do this on Sunday, but I didn't
get around to it."

I'd never been tit fucked before. I really didn't understand how this would
feel good for him. It didn't feel good to me except when his hands brushed
my nipples, but apparently the vision of having a beautiful woman knealing
in front of him was good enough. I had a front row view of his cock stiffen
and start to squirt. Plop after plot hit my chest and started to run down
and drip off my breasts. He jerked his cock to milk every last drop onto me
and then pushed it back into my mouth for cleaning duties.

When he was satisfied with my efforts he pulled his cock back out of my
mouth and told me to get dressed. He kept my underwear again. Apparently he
wanted to start a trophy collection of his conquests of me. Some of his cum
had started to dry on my chest. The rest was soaked up by my blouse. I was
sure it would appear spotted. As I pulled up my jeans I realized the denim
would be rubbing against my unprotected pussy. I was going to be left
teasing myself all day. Mr. Thompson sat back at his desk and appeared to
be pondering his options.

"I really can't have one of my salesmen show you the cars. There will not
be any commission on this sale because there's no profit. Plus I sort of
told them about last Sunday so they'd probably rape you."

I thought to myself he'd practically raped me. Twice. So what was the
problem?

"I know. I'll let Myra do the test drive. She's been wanting to break into
sales. This will be a good test for her."

He picked up the phone and dialed the front desk extension and told Myra to
come to his office.

"Myra just graduated from USC with a degree in Bilingual Education. She
wants to be a teacher but she hasn't found a job yet so she figured she
could sell cars. I'm not ready to put her on the floor yet, but I like
having her around. She has tremendous some assets."

I knew which assets he was talking about. I heard a knock at the
door. Mr. Thompson told her to come in. I got a better look at Myra. Even
as a woman I had to admit she was smoking hot. Her jeans seemed to be
painted on. Her lips were pouty and her hair was a unique combination of
brown with red and blond highlights. It looked stunning. She had dark
smoldering eyes and I wondered what it took to light the passion her body
exuded.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Thompson?" she said. Her voice was husky.

"Yes, Myra. This is Brooke. She's a friend of the dealership. I want you to
take her for a test drive in that S40 that's been here for a couple of
months. If she buys, you can get the commission."

Myra seemed elated at the prospect of finally getting to sell a car.

"Let me get the keys and we can go," she said to me.

She walked out of the office and I followed. Myra asked for a copy of my
driver's license, made a copy for the dealership's record, got the keys and
picked up a magnetic dealership license plate. On the way out she began
asking me what I was looking for in a car, what price range I was looking
at and other questions I associated with a salesperson trying to size up a
potential client.

I told her that my step-dad was a vendor and that Mr. Thompson was helping
me out by giving me a discount. She told me she'd heard of his special
discounts before and warned me to be careful. I told her not to worry that
I knew how to handle myself.

When we got to the car, a white Volvo, Myra took care to walk me around the
car. Somehow she always managed to position her body so I could sneak a
peek at it without arousing suspicion. She then opened the trunk. While
showing me how spacious it was, she bent over the fender. I got an eyeful
of how nice her jeans held her ass and was distracted by the curve of the
small of her back.

Once the plate was affixed to the rear of the car we were off. Myra
admitted she didn't know much about this model but said it had a good
reputation. The interior was hot due to sitting in the sun on the lot and
Myra's body was making it hotter. She turned on the air conditioning full
blast and directed the control nozzle onto me. The effect of the cold air
was immediate and pointy.

After having Mr. Thompson's cock and now watching this captivating woman,
my arousal systems were on high alert. Myra insisted on driving at
first. She said we needed to buy gas and there was a station just up the
road. Once there I watched as she twisted her body out of the driver's
seat. I was in lust.

She started the pump using a company credit card and then asked if I could
watch to make sure it didn't spill while she went to the bathroom. I said
sure and she told me to take the driver's seat when it was done. I watched
her ass walk away.

I was waiting in the car when I saw her come back out of the gas
station. She had her purse in her hand and a little extra spring in her
step. I watched intently as she twisted her body and entered the passenger
seat butt first. I had not seen it at the car dealer, but I noticed now
that the top of her thong had risen above the line of her pants. Not only
was her whale tail showing, but she had tattoo on the small of her back and
had lost her bra in the bathroom. She must have stuffed it in her
purse. Looking at her breasts barely contained by the mesh top, I began to
salivate. Myra caught me staring, but didn't seem offended.

"It's too damn hot for a bra. You don't mind do you? It's just us girls
here."

I swallowed hard, unable to vocalize an answer. Myra directed me out onto
the road. Her nipples had become as hard as mind due to the cold air
blowing from the AC. At least I told myself that was why her nipples were
so hard. Mine were hard from a combination of the cold air and her hot
body, but I couldn't tell her that. If this was how she planned to treat
the male customers, I had no doubt she would be a very successful car
saleswoman.

As I drove, I kept sneaking glances at Myra. The mesh covering her fabulous
breasts only served to tease the view about what was contained
underneath. My breasts are nice, but hers were spectacular. I could feel
myself getting wet just thinking about them. When I almost ran off the
road, the shock snapped me back to reality.

"Sorry about that," I said. "I let myself get distracted."

"I noticed," she said. Her husky voice was turning me on even more.

Myra pointed to a parking lot at an office building.

"Pull in there and park in the back."

I did without question and then put the car in park. Myra turned to face
me. I was scared to turn toward her. This was how I always got in trouble.

"Look at me Brooke," she began. I didn't want to. From my peripheral vision
I could see her arm moving up and down. I didn't want to give in and look
at what she was doing.

"Look at me Brooke."

My will to resist was gone. I had lasted at least 10 minutes with her. I
turned to face her and she was lazily drawing her fingers across her hard
nipples.

"You've been staring at these since you walked into the dealership. You
want to touch them don't you?"

I shook my head.

"Yes you do. Fred, or do you still call him Mr. Thompson, told me all about
the two of you."

My eyes were riveted to her hands and to her nipples.

"He said you love nipple play. Well so do I. Here, play with them."

I watched as Myra continued to play with her nipples and then cup her
breasts lifting them toward my gaze. I wanted to rip that damn mesh off and
bury my face in her chest. As if she was reading my mind, Myra opened the
buttons on the mesh top freeing her twin beauties.

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"Suck my nipple Brooke," she cooed. "I know you want to and it would feel
so good."

Every time she spoke and every time she squeezed one of her nipples I could
feel my resistance waning. Her breasts were perfect and there for the
taking. I had resisted as long as I could. When Myra took her left breast
in her hand and lifted it up as if to feed it to me, I leaned over and
began to suckle it.

"That's it baby. Suck my nipples. Make me feel good."

I couldn't believe I was licking a complete stranger in an office parking
lot. My pussy was flooding again just like it had done when Fred first
filled my mouth with cock about an hour ago. Myra gave me just a
taste. Less than a minute later she pushed my head away and buttoned up her
top.

"So let's talk about you buying this car," she said.

"No let's talk about going somewhere to fuck," I replied.

"First things first. What did Fred tell you about this car?"

"He said it was a trade and that it had been on the lot too long so he'd
give it to me for cost."

"What price did he quote?"

I told her and she shook her head.

"That's not really his cost. He's got some profit. Plus you have to add in
tax and title. Is that in your budget?"

"It's a little high. My step-dad is supposed to be helping."

Myra had started to absentmindedly play with her nipples through the mesh
again. She may or may have not realized she was doing it, but I certainly
did. Had I been more experienced in negotiations I would have realized she
was doing exactly the same thing to me than I had done to Mr. Thompson on
my step-dad's behalf. I was negotiating for the car, but I was focused on
her amazing breasts and when I'd get to suck them again.

Myra had moved the conversation from the purchase of the car back to what I
would do to get access to her body. I had overheated again. I had to have
her. Why did that always seem to happen when somebody aggressive wanted to
take advantage of me? I heard myself agreeing to meet Myra that night. She
said if I helped her with a problem, I assumed that was code for eating her
pussy or having her fuck me, she could get the car down to the true
cost. She also said she could probably work on getting the price down a bit
below cost to help cover the tax, but that would involve "bribing" the
business manager. I asked what that meant and she said she had heard he
made special deals for one of the saleswomen who gave him a hummer. I
probably should have asked if she was volunteering herself or if she was
volunteering me, but I didn't. Myra told me she would text me later with
the address to meet her. She also told me to dress for easy access. I
agreed to her terms and she smiled a smile that just melted my soul.

"We're both going to enjoy tonight, Brooke."

I nodded. She looked deep into my eyes and once again unbuttoned the mesh
top. She pulled it all the way off and then looked at me. I leaned over and
took her left nipple into my mouth again. From the sounds she made and the
arousal scent filling the car I knew I was pleasing her. My own nipples
ached to be touched and sucked the way I was doing her. I wondered why she
didn't unsnap her jeans and let me feast on her pussy. Maybe she wanted to
leave me something to look forward to, but she only let me have her
breasts. I was probably as wet as she was in anticipation of her returning
the favor, but after a couple of minutes she pushed me away and grabbed her
bra from her bag.

"Tonight you can finish that and then I'll take care of you."

I watched in frustration as she put her bra back on and buttoned up her
top. She then had me drive back to the dealership. My jeans were soaked by
my juices and despite the heat, Myra rolled down the windows to air out our
collective smells. As we exited the car I gave her my best puppy dog eyes
with my "I'd really like to just fuck you here" looks. Again she just
smiled.

"I know, I know. Just keep your engine running until I get off of work. You
won't regret it."

I gave her a little pout.

"Oh, and no masturbating this afternoon. I want your pussy ready for me. I
like my dates feminine. Shave your pussy, legs and underarms. Wear a dress
or skirt and no underwear."

There went my plans for the day, but I knew I'd be waiting for her text
message.

I went home. It was a struggle not to stop on the way home and take care of
my aching pussy. I scarcely could believe how hot Myra had made me and how
much I was looking forward to her completing her conquest of me tonight. My
step-dad asked how my meeting with Mr. Thompson went. I told him about the
car and how much it would cost. He said he could help with the down payment
and the monthly cost. I didn't tell him that Myra said she could get the
cost lower if I fucked her tonight and possibly even more if I was willing
to blow the finance manager. I figured if I was earning this car, I should
keep whatever discounts I can get.

All afternoon I thought of Myra. My pussy was always wet and it was a
struggle not to tear off my pants and masturbate. I kept staring at my
phone waiting for it to vibrate. Finally at 6pm I figured I'd better get
ready. I took a quick shower and then filled the tub so I could shave as
Myra had instructed. I usually kept a landing strip above my pussy, but
tonight I shaved it bald. I felt like a little prepubescent girl, although
I knew that in a few hours I wouldn't be acting like one. After I finished
bathing I started looking through my closet. Myra had told me not to wear
underwear. It just gets in the ways anyway, I thought. Since Myra had been
wearing black I decided on a black halter top that left a few inches above
my belly button exposed and supported my breasts well without a bra. True,
my nipples would show through it if I got excited, but I was sure Myra
wouldn't mind.

Back into my closet I went until I found a floppy little skirt. I thought
about wearing one of my minis, but Myra had specifically told me easy
access. This skirt came down almost to my knees, but was loose enough to
rise above my butt without much effort. After putting the skirt on I
twirled in front of the mirror. It rose as it spun and I almost exposed
myself. If we went dancing, I'd have to be careful to keep from exposing
myself. I felt naughty. It was delicious. I raised the skirt while looking
at myself in the mirror and gave my sweet kitty a little rub. I felt
heavenly and prayed she would be contacting me soon.

I went downstairs a little after 7. My mom and step-dad were in the family
room watching TV. My mom commented on my outfit, saying it was cute,
unaware of my going commando. She asked if I had a date and I said one of
the girls from the car dealer had invited me dancing. I wasn't totally
lying, although I hoped one of her dance steps would involve her pussy and
my mouth.

I ended up hanging out with them until just after 9 when my phone
vibrated. I'd been getting antsy waiting for Myra. My mom couldn't
understand why I didn't know what time we were going. I'm pretty sure she
didn't notice my rubbing my legs together as my mind thought its dirty
thoughts while I waited, but if she did she didn't mention it. Myra's text
said she'd be there in five minutes and that I'd better be ready. I was
just standing up after reading the text and I figured I'd meet her outside,
when the doorbell rang. Drat, now I'll have to invite her in and explain
her to my mom.

I opened the door and there she was. She was still wearing the blue jeans
and the mesh top. As I anticipated, her bra was gone. Over her top was an
unzipped leather jacket and in place of the heels she wore at work, were
leather boots with about a 2 inch heel. I practically drooled and
immediately tried to sneak a peek under the jacket at her breasts. She
responded by zipping up the jacket until it was about even with her
nipples. You could see the mesh and at the right angle, the creamy tops of
her globes. I knew they were there, but I'd bet my mom would see anything
out of the ordinary.

I took Myra into the family room to introduce her. My mom was perfectly
hospitable, but I almost had to push Sam's tongue back into his mouth as he
responded like a cartoon dog. He immediately stood up to shake Myra's hand,
but I knew he was really trying to look down her top. I wanted to get out
of there as fast as we could so I asked Myra if we needed to get going. She
said we did and even apologized for being a little late.

Myra asked where the bathroom was before we left and I ushered her down the
hall toward our guest bathroom. When we got to the door, Myra looked back
toward the family room to make sure we were not being followed. Satisfied
we were alone, Myra pushed me up against the wall and began kissing me with
a ferocity that took my breath away. She pulled her lips off mine a few
moments later leaving me open mouthed waiting for more.

"Let's see if you followed my instructions."

I watched, unable to move, as she stuck her hand up my skirt. I felt it
ride higher and higher up my thigh until it contacted my slick pussy. After
one slide across up my moist slit, Myra pushed her middle finger into my
pussy.

"So far so good. Easy access and wet. Just as I requested." She then took
her hand and scooped my right breast out of the halter. My nipples got hard
as soon as she kissed me and there was nothing stopping her from giving my
nipple a good hard squeeze. "Time to go sweetness. We're going to have so
much fun together."

I was aching in need for her continued touch as I followed her out of the
house. When we got to the street I was shocked to find a motorcycle instead
of a car. I voiced my concern of riding in a skirt as Myra threw her leg
over the saddle of the Harley Sportster 1200, but she just patted the
pillion seat and told me not to keep her waiting. I bunched up as much of
the skirt as I could and lifted my leg up over the seat. I was glad it was
dark because I knew I'd just given anyone who could see a nice beaver
shot. I settled myself on the seat. Now I understood why Myra didn't want
me wearing underwear. The hot leather of the seat plastered right against
my womanhood. As she started the engine, the V-Twin engine's vibrations
were effectively transferred right to my dripping pussy. I asked how far we
were going and she said far enough.

I didn't understand what that meant until we got moving. Every time Myra
accelerated or hit a bump, I received a delicious shock to my pussy. I
could feel my arousal begin to build and it struck me that "far enough"
could refer to how long it would take me to cum on the back of her bike. Or
it could mean far enough to arouse me to the point of doing anything she
asked. Either way I was getting turned on. I wrapped my arms around her
body and pressed my nose into the back of her leather jacket. The smell was
intoxicating. Whenever we stopped at a stoplight, I would wrap my arms
around her magnificent breasts and cup them. She'd tell me to calm down,
but I knew she loved it.

I wasn't really even paying attention where were going. When we were moving
I was sitting atop a giant vibrator, my pussy flooding the bike's seat, and
when we stopped I was teasing my soon to be lover. It was starting to be a
great night. I snuggled myself against Myra's muscular frame and let myself
go in the fantasy of her taking me into the darkness for a passionate night
of debauchery. It was a fantasy I was enjoying thoroughly until we pulled
up to a little tattoo parlor and she switched the engine off. My pussy was
stuck to the seat and I had to pull myself off as I dismounted the
bike. Looking down I was embarrassed to see a big wet patch on the top of
the seat. Myra didn't seem concerned. I suppose she'd seen it before.

"Before we go in, let me tell you want is happening. My brother works
here. He's the one who did my back tattoo. He's a great artist, but he had
a little run-in with the law a couple of years ago and he just finished up
a 9 month stretch at the county jail. His ex-boss was nice enough to rehire
him, but the business has changed and he needs to start doing piercings
too. The only problem is he doesn't have experience and nobody wants to be
first. That is where you come in?"

"What?" I exclaimed. "You want your brother to pierce me?"

Myra reached forward and popped my breasts free again. We were standing on
the sidewalk in front of the shop as she again tweaked my nipples and I
felt my legs getting weak.

"Why yes I do. Just look at these perfect nipples," she said while kneading
them to full hardness between her fingertips. "I know how it turns you on
to play with them. Imagine what it would be like to have a ring through
them so they were always erect."

That didn't sound like a good plan to me, but she was 100% correct about
what her fingers were doing to me and my resistance. I was literally
panting on the sidewalk as she dropped my left breast and stuck her hand
under my skirt again.

"Don't lie to me and tell me you don't this. If you want this puffy pussy
taken care of tonight you'll walk inside and let my brother pierce you."

Myra continued to play with my nipples and finger fuck me in front of the
shop. Although only a few cars drove by and nobody honked, in my mind I
pictured them all watching what Myra was doing and knowing that I would
follow any order in order to entice her to continue. I finally said OK and
we walked inside. There was a man behind a counter who Myra introduced as
the owner. He looked me up and down with a lascivious smile. I knew he had
seen Myra toying with me in front of his shop.

Myra's brother turned out to be as handsome as she was beautiful. He took
us into his back room and then excused himself to get his supplies. Myra
patted a chair that looked like it belonged in a dentist's office and told
me to sit down. She deftly unhooked my halter top so I was sitting
passively topless when he returned. He was a professional. He didn't
mention my nudity or make any crude jokes. He pulled out a couple sample
nipple rings and bars and asked Myra how she wanted it done. I felt like a
piece of meat as they discussed the relative strengths and weaknesses of
each style I didn't have any input even though it was my nipples they were
discussing. Finally a thin hoop style about an inch in diameter was decided
upon. Myra's brother began sterilizing his needles while Myra began licking
my nipples to prepare them.

The pain of the first piercing was intense and I screamed out to release
the tension in my body. Myra's brother tried to get me to calm down, but I
couldn't. Myra had the solution. She simply raised my skirt and went down
on me. This quickly calmed me. He told me to hold on tight to the side of
the chair when he did my other nipple because he didn't want to miss. I
didn't want him to even try, but I could feel Myra's tongue hitting all the
right spots and I didn't want her to stop either. Myra's brother began to
fondle my other breast. I'm sure I was flooding his sister's face. I could
tell his cock was hard in his pants and I wondered if Myra intended on
having me fuck him.

Finally it was time. He held my nipple tight and I braced for the pain I
knew was coming. Just before he stuck me with the needle, Myra clamped her
mouth down on my clit and started sucking for all she was worth. I tried
not to shake as my orgasm consumed me. I felt the pressure on my nipple,
but no pain. It was being overridden by the pleasure Myra was giving
me. Once I felt the hoop slide through my nipple, the tension drained from
my body and I could let the pleasure of her tongue wash over me. I was just
coming down when I felt his hard cock brush my lips. It seemed like the
least I could do so I parted my lips. I felt his cock press into my mouth
and I realized two things. First, hygiene must be optional in prison. His
cock tasted foul as he pushed it as far as he could into my mouth trying to
find my throat. The second thing I realized was that he wasn't
circumcised. I'd never been with an uncut man before and it was definitely
a different sensation as I began to fellate him.

I was lying on my back in the chair with my head off the edge of the
backrest as Myra's brother accepted the pleasure I was providing his
cock. I saw Myra walk out of the room. I guess she felt her work was done
now that I had cum. I rolled over onto my side so I could give her brother
my full attention. I began to stroke his cock with my right hand. My saliva
had liberally coated it so as I continued to nibble and suck on the head, I
was able to give him a hand job at the same time. My left hand found its
way between my legs. I figured if I was going to blow a stranger, at least
I could get some pleasure of it.

For somebody who'd been in jail, Myra's brother lasted a great deal longer
than I would have guessed before blowing his load into my mouth. Thankfully
his spunk was not as foul as the skin of his cock. In fact, it was some of
the best tasting seed I'd ever taken. Myra's brother had just finished
dumping his salty treat into my mouth when she returned. Her mouth was
tightly closed, although she had a bit of a strained giggle happening. As
her brother stepped out of the way, she took my head in her hands and
turned me back upright. She then held my head tightly while she slowly
dribbled the owners' jizz from her mouth into mine. Both men watched this
show and cheered as she finished the spunk transfer and then proceeded to
forcefully kiss me.

You might think I'd be horrified at what she did, but it really didn't
bother me. My hand was still between my legs and if she'd given me a few
more minutes, I'd have cum in front of all three of them. But Myra had
other plans for the rest of the night so after she finished kissing me, she
told me to get dressed again. On our way out of the shop both men told us
to come back anytime. The owner said I'd look hot with a pierced belly
button and clit. I told him I'd think about it, but was already trying to
summon up the courage to return.

Myra straddled her motorcycle and steadied it so I could mount the
passenger seat. I knew immediately upon sitting down that I would again be
stuck to it when I reached our next destination, but I didn't care. I just
leaned into her intoxicating leather jacket and gave into the vibrations as
we sped off into the night.

I expected us to go to a club or a party where Myra could show me and
probably my new piercings off. Instead we pulled into the parking lot of a
dingy no-tell motel. It looked like the kind of place that rented rooms by
the hour. But I was sure we were not there for a spa treatment. I just
hoped the bed and bathroom were clean.

As I got off the motorcycle, Myra grabbed me in a tight embrace and forced
her tongue back into my mouth. This time I pushed back attempting to be the
aggressor. I grabbed her head before she had the chance to grab mine and
pulled her mouth even tighter against my own. My actions left her hands
free to begin roaming over my body. Up and down my sides, across my ass and
finally her middle finger once again in my pussy. Just like in front of the
tattoo parlor, she began to finger bang me in public. And just like before
my knees began to get weak. My head was spinning with lust at being
exhibited in such a compromising position. Finally I couldn't take any more
so I released her head and pulled my mouth back enough to shout, "Take me
to bed, now!!!"

My inside voice apparently had been overrun by my outside voice as I
screamed for her to take me much louder than I anticipated. It was then I
noticed the couple standing outside their room door holding an ice
bucket. The guy was definitely interested in what Myra was doing to
me. Strangely enough, the girl seemed indifferent.

Noticing my gaze at our audience, Myra pulled her finger from my pussy and
had me lick it clean for their entertainment. She then took my hand and
escorted me toward them. When we reached the sidewalk in front of the
rooms, she said, "My little nympho couldn't wait."

I was humiliated and looked down at the sidewalk. Myra continued, "We're
upstairs in 202. My friend loves to gobble cum." She then looked right at
the guy ignoring the girl. "If you want to blow a load on her, come
upstairs in about half an hour."

I expected the woman to be mad at Myra, but instead she made a counter
offer. "Why wait?"

The man looked confused, but he and his lady followed Myra and me up the
stairs. Myra unlocked the room. It was very basic. There were two twin
sized beds, a low dresser which doubled as a TV stand, a dirty looking
chair and carpet which looked like it had not been vacuumed in years. As I
took a quick appraisal of the room, I immediately noticed that next to the
TV was a quality assortment of dildo, vibrators, cuffs, paddles and a
bottle of lube. Apparently Myra had setup the room before she came to pick
me up. I was speechless. Fortunately Myra was not.

"Brooke, I was planning on having you choose your own implement of
pleasure, but I think you need another load of sweet cum first."

I turned my attention to the man and woman we had just met. His hard-on was
clearly showing through his pants. I couldn't believe the woman was just
going to let me blow him until he opened his wallet and gave her a stack of
folded bills. Then it hit me. She was a hooker. That was hardly a surprise
in this neighborhood, but then the second part of the equation hit me. She
just got paid, but Myra expected me to do her work.

I watched as she tucked the bills into her small purse and then unzipped
the man's pants. She reached in and fished out his cock. It wasn't
big. Actually it was pretty small. I guess that is why he hired a
prostitute. She started stroking it and Myra gave me a little push. We came
together with me on my knees and the hooker wrapping my hair around her
hand.

I could hear Myra moving behind me, but I had no clue what she was
doing. At that moment my life was centered on this John's cock and the
hooker holding my head over his cock. Apparently the situation was too much
for little dick as he quickly blew his tart jizz into my mouth. I was happy
to be done, that was for sure, as I gulped down every drop. I expected the
hooker to have me service her next, but she just let go of my hair and
escorted her client out of the door. I looked back at Myra, my pussy was on
fire. She was standing at the dresser as if she were evaluating the toys.

"You like swallowing cum almost as much as I do, don't you?" she asked. I
nodded. I didn't have a lot of experience, but I did enjoy it.

"What's your favorite position to get fucked?" she asked.

"Doggie, I guess."

"Well ruff ruff then. Up on the bed my back door princess."

I scampered onto the bed on my hands and knees. Myra didn't bother removing
my skirt. She just flipped it up over my ass before she slid the first
dildo into my pussy. For the next while she alternated different toys in my
pussy and ass and then she used the paddle on me. The sensations were
wonderful, each on different from the last. I was falling hard for Myra and
when she buried a vibrator in my ass, gave me two hard spanks and then
crawled onto the bed so I could eat her, I was in love.

She managed to get me close to another orgasm a couple of times before she
took her position in front of me. The vibrator in my ass would hold me
steady as she ordered me to pleasure her. I was working as hard as I could
to make her cum, both out of an intense desire to please her and the
knowledge that after she came, hopefully I could too.

I had her building to what I hoped would be a serious orgasm when I heard a
knock at the door. I heard Myra yell, "Come in" and the door
opened. Apparently the locks on this motel's doors required the deadbolt be
set for any security. Into our room walked the hooker with another man in
tow. I guess she figured if I'd earned her money once, I'd do it again. As
it turned out, that is exactly what Myra suggested.

This guy was very turned on by watching me service Myra's pussy. The
vibrator buzzing in my ass probably didn't hurt either. As soon as Myra
climaxed, I felt the hooker spank my ass indicating I should be back on my
knees again. This time she had me do the work of unzipping her John and
fishing out his cock. At least this guy had more meat to work
with. Thankfully he didn't last any longer than the first guy, but
unfortunately he decided to pull his cock out just as he was starting to
spurt leaving my face glazed in rich creamy filling. The hooker left again
and Myra went back to the dresser.

"I thought I'd have to paddle you to convince you to see things my way, but
you're getting off on being a tramp aren't you?"

I held my head down in shame and agreed with her.

"There is nothing to be ashamed about. Being a slut is liberating. There
are no rules except have fun and come as often as you can."

I watched as Myra picked up a strap-on from the counter.

"You've earned a good fucking and I'm going to give it to you."

Although doggie is my favorite position, I jumped back onto the bed and lay
down on my back. I wanted to see her fuck me. I spread my legs in an
invitation to her and began to finger my nipple rings in an effort to
entice her. She had a fire in her eyes as she looked at me while stroking
her cock.

"No doubt about it honey. With a little practice you could be an A1 slut."

I didn't have time to answer as she pounced on me skewering me with her
fake cock. The pleasure of her hips grinding into my pubic bone was
supplemented by the vision of womanhood hovering above me. Each thrust
brought a shake of her amazing tits into my face. I wished I could reach
them with my mouth, but I was too busy moaning to worry about it too
much. Myra was relentless. She fucked me hard through two solid orgasms and
came once herself. My second cum was triggered by hers as I watched her
face contort in the sexiest ways as she froze her thrusts and arched her
back.

I was scarcely back to Earth when the door opened yet again. The hooker had
a third John in tow. I wondered where she was finding them so fast. I was
still pinned under Myra as I looked at the guy. He was good looking. I
wondered by he needed a hooker. Perhaps his wife wouldn't suck his
cock. That wouldn't be a problem in this room.

Myra announced that since doggie was my favorite position and that she
hadn't had enough of my sweet pussy yet <blush> I should blow him while she
did me from behind. She pulled her cock out of my smoldering pussy and
rolled off the bed. I jumped into position on my hands and knees in
anticipation. I knelt near the foot of the bed so my customer could stand
in front of me. His cock was clean and his pubes were trimmed. I remember
thinking this was a nice change of pace as he pushed his rigid member into
my waiting mouth.

Soon after I felt Myra mount me again. Apparently she was inspired by our
new partner because she began to bang me much harder than she had when she
had me in the missionary position. I was slobbering all over the John's
cock as I held on for dear life. My sounds of passion were muffled by his
cock gag, but I could clearly hear the sounds of womanly pleasure. They had
to be coming from Myra or the hooker. Again the guy decided not to fill my
mouth, instead taking pleasure on coating my face. Why do guys like that so
much?

As soon as he was done he walked back by the chair where his pants were
laying. That gave me a chance to look forward into the mirror on the
way. My face was a mess. That was not a surprise. What did surprise me was
the hooker was feasting on Myra's nipples. She continued to pound her fake
cock into me while the hooker alternated sucking both her twin beauties. I
was envious. Even though I was getting more than enough attention from
Myra's strap-on, I wanted more. I buried my head in the blanket and reached
back to fondle my clit. I tried to match Myra's thrusts with thrusts of my
own, but it proved to be too difficult to match our timing. Finally I gave
up and just let her bang away at me until she howled as her tit and clit
induced orgasm overtook her. With one savage final thrust, she threw me off
the dildo and I crashed in a heap on the nasty carpet. My hand was still on
my clit and on the safety of the floor my other hand found my breasts.

I was staring at the ceiling as my third orgasm wracked my body. I could
hear Myra enjoying her second, but the only thing I could see was the
upside-down John standing over me. As he and the hooker were walking out, I
saw him drop a few more bills on the chair. Neither Myra nor I could move
as we recovered from our shared climaxes. Eventually I recovered enough to
stand up and lock the door. I then clicked off the light and snuggled with
Myra on the dingy bedspread. She was already asleep.

I woke with a shot, literally. I heard a gunshot outside from not too far
away. I had been spooning Myra, my right hand snaked through her arm pit
and cupping her magnificent breast, while my left arm wrapped over her hip
where I could grab her cock. I snapped awake immediately, an adrenaline
rush coursing through my veins and acutely aware of my surroundings. She
groggily began to stir.

I dismounted the bed and walked into the bathroom. It wasn't the cleanest
I'd ever seen, but it wasn't too bad. I took a quick pee and splashed some
water on my face. By the time I walked back into the room, Myra was up,
dressed and putting her toys into a backback.

By the time we walked out of the room, I could hear the sound of police
sirens and saw an ambulance drive past. If only everyone could fuck instead
of fight I thought as I once again spread my naked pussy across Myra's
motorcycle seat.

*** Chapter 04 ***

The ride home on the back of Myra's motorcycle from the motel was
uneventful. I was tired from the night of fucking and sucking and I hoped
Myra had more energy than I did as she piloted the bike through the cooling
night air. My body was getting chilled as I hugged Myra tightly, although
my pussy was still hot on her passenger seat. We got back to my house about
3:30 am. I peeled myself off the seat for the third time tonight, gave her
a kiss and went inside. I didn't even bother stripping out of my clothes
before I was under my covers and fast asleep. I was exhausted, but
satisfied, from the night's adventure. Fortunately my parents were quiet
the next morning and I managed to sleep until almost noon. I woke refreshed
and after a nice hot shower, made my appearance downstairs as a perfect
angel instead of wanton cum-slut.

Later in the day Sam and I talked about the car. I told him Myra promised
to talk to the business manager about cutting the price a little more. He
knew he had Mr. Thompson as a client thanks to me so he promised to have
the business cut a check for the car. The next morning I walked into the
dealership with a bank check in my hand. I was glad Mr. Thompson was at one
of his other dealerships so I would not have to deal with him. Myra was
there and she took my hand promising to guide me through the process. She
wanted to be sure I didn't get ripped off by any of the dealer add-ons
which can drive up the price dramatically. I told her I had a check with me
and that was how much I was going to spend. I hoped she had already talked
to the business manager this morning and that everything was already
squared away.

In the end, I left two hours later in a slightly used Volvo S40. I had a
spring in my step and a belly full of the business manager's cum, but I
felt great. I couldn't wait to show off my car to Carleen and Betty. I had
not talked much to either of them since Betty took me to the rave. Carleen
wasn't home, but Betty was there and congratulated me. All day I drove from
friend's house to friend's house showing off my car. I was so excited.

After that day, the summer calmed down a bit. I was working trying to save
spending money for college. On the weekends I wasn't with my dad I usually
went out with Myra.





We didn't always repeat our fuck fest at the motel, but I almost always
rode without panties on the back of her motorcycle. By the time we'd get to
where she wanted to go, I'd be ready to do whatever she told me to do. I
also went back to see her brother and got my belly button pierced.



Once again the cost was a sloppy blowjob for him and the shop's
owner. Since Myra wasn't with me this time, I took care of them both. The
owner kept pressing for me to get my clit pierced, although I didn't know
if that was for my benefit or his.

Every time I saw Myra she told me that Mr. Thompson hoped I would visit the
dealership again soon. I knew this was code for "I want to fuck you on my
desk again," but I was seriously considering going. He had a nice cock and
I was tiring of Myra's strap-on. It was the Thursday morning before I was
planning to leave for school on Sunday when I got a text from
Mr. Thompson. He said he was hosting an end-of-quarter party for his sales
staff and he hoped I would come. I called Myra and she said she wasn't sure
if she was going. She told me about the games they liked to play. Between
the five dealerships Mr. Thompson owned, there were about 40 salesmen and 5
saleswomen. There were also a few "hostess" girls like Myra. I couldn't
imagine anyone else like Myra, but I understood what she meant. She said
that after everyone was done swimming and drinking, invariably one of the
girls would be drunk enough to open the glory hole.

"What's a glory hole?" I asked.

Myra explained that in the stall nearest the wall there was an opening
where the guys could stick their cocks. Whoever was in charge of the glory
hole sucked them off. Neither the sucker nor the suckee knows who was on
the other side. She told me it was pretty hot and that she usually ended up
getting her fill by the end of the night. She said Mr. Thompson even wired
up a light switch next to the hole. Whenever a girl was ready, she just had
to flip the switch to turn on a light in the outer room. She usually didn't
have to wait long for a customer. Myra said she loved teasing the guys
trying to keep them from coming as long as she could. She told me since she
knew I loved to suck cock, this would be my chance to get as much as I
wanted. That sounded like a fun way to end my summer before college.

I told my step-dad that I'd been invited to the party and he said he had
too. In fact he and my mom were going to go. So much for me having fun, I
thought.

I decided on wearing the same summer dress I'd worn the first time I went
to Mr. Thompson's house. I knew it was sexy and showed off an ample amount
of cleavage. I also picked my sexiest swim suit.





It was a one piece suit, but it tied at the bottom like a bikini, was made
with a mesh spider web design everywhere except over my nipples and pussy,
had a halter style top to hold everything in place and connected the top
and the bottom sections with three vertical strips, two in front on either
side of my breasts and one in the back. It was my favorite suit and I knew
it would drive the guys crazy. I also knew it could be untied with just
three knots if the need arose. And I certainly intended to have that need
fulfilled.


I rode to the party with my mom and step-dad. It was a major downer to be
with them. My only hope was they would be leaving early before the rowdy
and hopefully sexy behavior started. We were greeted at the door by
Mrs. Thompson who introduced herself as Cindy. She seemed friendly enough,
although since I'd been sleeping with her husband I was very cautious
around her.

The party was lively, although not too crazy. Most people were either
hanging out by the pool or inside in the kitchen. Nobody was swimming. The
mix was mostly male, as Myra had warned me since the sales force was almost
exclusively men along with a few women. A few women, wives and the hostess
girls like Myra, were there, but not too many. I figured I'd have my pick
of single guys once my parents left and I could get a little wild. My mind
kept thinking back to what Myra said about the glory hole. I figured she
must have been joking so I made a trip to the pool house.

In the common room I did see an out of place light above the men's bathroom
door. There was no reason for that light to be there since there wasn't a
corresponding light above the lady's room door. Maybe she had been telling
the truth. I went into the women's bathroom. There were two stalls just
like I had remembered. I'd used the first stall last time I was here and
didn't find anything unusual. This time I chose the stall by the wall. I
noticed this stall was a little wider than the other. There was also a
switch on the wall next to metal plate that was hinged on the top. I guess
she had been telling me the truth. I couldn't resist flipping up the
plate. Underneath was a round hole about 4 inches in diameter. I couldn't
see into the men's room because there was a matching plate on the other
side.

The wild times had not started yet, but I was curious so I flipped the
switch. I wanted to see how long it took to get a customer. I waited a
couple of minutes. I'd been the only one in the pool house so I figured I
might have to come back later. Just as I was about to give up for now, I
heard the plate on the men's side start to move. I was giddy with
anticipation as a semi-stiff cock came through the thin wall. It was black
and fairly thick. A nice specimen I remember thinking. I gave it a few tugs
with my hand to make it harder and then dropped to my knees and took it in
my mouth. It quickly swelled to its full size as I alternated sucking and
stroking its length. I tried to imagine what the person on the other side
of the wall must be thinking. Clearly they had to be pressed up tight
against the wall which couldn't be comfortable. Of course, in exchange for
the discomfort they were getting their dick sucked. My knees were getting
sore on the tile floor, but in exchange for my discomfort, I'd soon be
getting a tasty treat. It seemed like a win/win situation for everyone
involved.

Soon I could feel the cock stiffen even more and I knew my reward was at
hand. I felt a couple of small drops of cum on my tongue and then a huge
blast hit the back of my throat. This guy's balls must have been full
because he unloaded a river of cum into my mouth. I felt a few drops
dribbling out of the corner of my mouth and down to my chin, but I managed
to contain most of it and swallow it down.

As soon as he was done, he pulled back through the wall and lowered his
plate before I could get a look. I was happy, but figured I had better get
back to the party before my mom missed me. I flipped off the switch and
lowered the wall plate. I stood up and tried to straighten my dress. As I
walked out of the stall intending to rinse off the cum dribbling on my face
I got another shock. Cindy was leaning against the counter.

"I saw the light was on so I snuck in to see who had opened up for
business," she said. "Oh, you have a little overflow. Let me help."

I stood motionless as she reached out her hand and scooped up the cum off
the edge of my mouth and chin. Looking at her I expected her to lick her
fingers, but instead she pushed them into my mouth.

"You earned this. Don't miss a drop."

I couldn't believe the wife of the man I was having an affair with had just
stuck her cum coated finger in my mouth. Sucking the cock had made me hot,
but this made me wet.

"I know what you and Fred have done. I'm not mad at you. He's a very
powerful man and I can see you respond to powerful people. We have a
semi-open relationship. I don't mind him fucking you, but he has to share."

I stood there doe eyed trying to grasp what she was saying as I watched her
pull up her sarong and hop onto the bathroom counter. I had assumed she had
a bikini under her wrap, but I was wrong. As I looked between her spread
legs I found a neatly trimmed, juicy pussy looking back at me.

"Time to earn your keep slut. I'll make sure you have plenty of cock to
keep that sweet pussy of yours happy tonight, but you have to please me
first. Otherwise I'll pass the word that you're not to be touched and I can
make sure your step-dad loses the account. Deal?"

Heck, she didn't need to threaten me. She had me when she spread her
legs. I bent over and buried my face between her thighs. She was sweet
tasting. She'd obviously washed in anticipation of a big night. I lovingly
lapped at her kitty alternating between teasing licks along her flowery
petals and sucking hard on her clit. I could tell I was doing a good job
and soon I was rewarded with the satisfaction that I left her moaning and
shaking on the countertop as her orgasm consumed her. I didn't even wait
for her to finish. I just walked out of the bathroom.

Myra and Sam, my step-dad, were standing in the common area chatting. When
he saw me come out of the bathroom he got a guilty look on his face and
quickly made an excuse to end the conversation and walked out without
saying a word to me. I asked Myra what they were talking about and she said
nothing important. She thought he was just trying to get a good look down
her shirt. I asked if he had followed her in and she said no, he had come
out of the bathroom a few minutes earlier after she and Cindy came in. She
said he came over and started chatting while Cindy went inside the lady's
room. I asked if she saw anybody else come out of the men's room and she
said no. All of a sudden I felt sick to my stomach.

Just then Cindy came out of the bathroom and the three of us headed back to
the party. Beer, wine and liquor was flowing along with plenty of finger
food. One of the hostess girls got thrown in the pool. Things were starting
to pick up. I noticed my mom and Sam had started having a heated
discussion. I couldn't tell what they were arguing about but the end result
was my mom stormed off. I caught her at the door as she was walking
out. She said she was leaving. I said I wanted to stay. She said that was
fine to just call her when I was ready to come home and she would get me. I
told her not to worry I'd find a ride. With that, she was gone.

Cindy apparently had seen some of the exchange and appeared by my side as
my mom was walking back to the car. She asked what happened and I told her
she and Sam had a fight and she was leaving.

"Well, we'll just have to keep you then," she said with a light hearted
tone.

She put her arm around me and started leading me back to the party. As we
passed the bathroom, she pushed me in and locked the door behind us.

"I know just the thing to get your mind off your parents," she stated with
the same tone she used in the pool house bathroom.

Once again I watched as she raised her sarong and hopped onto the
vanity. She was right about that helping me forget my troubles. I wanted to
say I could forget my troubles even better if I was the one sitting on the
cabinet, but I didn't. Once again I bent over and began licking her
pussy. This time it took longer for her to cum and several people knocked
on the door encouraging us to hurry up. This time Cindy also grabbed my
head when she came forcing my mouth tight against her pussy as she rode out
her climax. My mouth was glistening with her joy as she stood up. She
didn't let me wipe down before she opened the door and walked us out. There
were several guys waiting for the bathroom. I felt like I was walking a
gauntlet of shame as it was clear what I was doing with Cindy while they
waited. Their looks of lust confirmed what was on their minds and I was
sure they would be watching for when the pool house light went on again.

I grabbed another drink to wash out Cindy's flavor and then another. The
party was starting to pick up. Sam was talking up one of the hostess girls
who had already changed into a revealing bikini. Soon I saw Myra had also
changed. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit that molded to her body like
a second skin. Of course it could barely contain her massive chest and she
had pulled the bottom tightly into the crack of her ass.

She told me to change into my swimsuit and escorted me to the pool
house. By now a number of the salesmen were standing around in the common
area. I wondered if word got around that the glory hole had already been
open for business. I could feel their eyes on Myra and me as we walked into
the bathroom.

"Are all those guys expecting to get their cocks sucked?" I asked her.

"Probably. I know your step-dad enjoyed his turn."

Again my stomach turned as I remembered how good it had felt to take his
load in my belly, at least until I found out it was him. I didn't want to
talk about it. Maybe she thought one of the other girls had serviced him so
I let the subject drop. I slipped off my dress and started pulling on my
swimsuit. As I was doing so, I saw Myra open the bottom cabinet under the
sink and pull out a large pillow. She opened the far stall door, placed the
pillow on the floor, flipped the switch and knelt down. Within a minute the
tip of a soft cock pressed through the hole.

"Come on baby," she cooed. "You can do better than that for mama."

I watched as the cock retreated. I could hear the man furiously tugging on
himself and then saw a much stiffer cock return. Myra immediately took him
into her mouth. I had a perfect view of her sucking the cock as I leaned
against the sink. I couldn't help myself. My own time at the hole and my
two cracks at Cindy's pussy had left my own pussy in need. I stripped my
suit back off and then I leaned against the countertop and fingered myself
while I watch Myra put on her show. I wished Cindy was there to return the
favor I gave her, but in her absence, my fingers were doing just fine. I
friged myself with abandon trying to finish before Myra's blowjob did. I
didn't know the protocol and I felt the need to cum as quick as I could. I
was almost there when I saw Myra's cheeks puffing out and then her throat
swallowing. This took me over the edge and I felt nothing but pleasure as I
humped my fingers through a quality first orgasm on the night. Myra looked
up at me as the deflating penis withdrew threw the wall. She had a
satisfied grin on her face.

I was just calming down when another hard cock came through the wall. I
guess she had not turned off the light yet. Myra pointed at me and curled
her finger indicating I should come over. There was about 5 inches of thick
hard cock sticking through the wall that Myra was stroking keeping it ready
for me. Before I could kneel, Myra stood up, grabbed me and forced me
against the wall like a cop arresting somebody. Of course instead of
frisking me, I felt the head of the penis brushing against my pussy. It
took a moment of adjustment, but I soon had it sliding into my pussy. Myra
held me pinned to the wall and my anonymous lover soon got the idea and
started thrusting through the hole.

Myra was frustrating me. I'm sure it was on purpose. I knew I'd never get
the right depth and angle of penetration this way to make me cum. But it
would get me hot. Myra kept whispering in my ears to think about all the
different cocks at the party and asked how many I could take. It was a
deliciously depraved situation. I could hear the guy banging his body
against the wall. What I really wanted was to be in the bathroom with him
so I'd be the one against the wall and the crucial few inches of his cock
would not be wasted. That wasn't the game, however, at least not for now.

After a few minutes I heard the guy start making his pre-orgasmic guy
grunts. Myra could hear it too and she pulled me back and pushed me down
just in time for me to take the bulk of his shot on my chest and a few
splats on my face. I reached up and flipped the switch off. I needed a
break. Myra just laughed at me saying I would be back before she could say
"cock sucking whore."

Just like Cindy, Myra wouldn't let me wash off the evidence of my
actions. She helped me pull my suit on and then we walking into the common
area among a mixture of applause and disappointment that we were leaving so
fast. Myra spoke up for us.

"Don't worry boys. Next show is in half an hour."

I knew that promise would spread like wildfire through the party. Myra and
I walked back onto the pool deck. Sam and Fred were standing there talking
and I knew both saw the cum on my face. Both nodded and lifted their glass
as if to toast me. I smiled back at them and then lost my balance as Myra
pushed me into the pool. She then jumped in after me. I was a little angry
at her, although at least my face was now clean. She quickly took me in her
arms and gave me a deep kiss. All my problems were instantly forgotten. 29
minutes to go before the next show.

As you can imagine, the party got wilder the more people drank and the more
often Myra and I visited the glory hole. I lost track of how many cocks I
sucked. I managed to gobble up at least half their yummy loads, although
some guys seemed determined to pull back just as they shot to deliver a
facial. I didn't mind that much. That was what I was there for. Each time
Myra and I would switch places, about every 15 minutes or so, I'd walk
outside the bathroom to the cheers of whichever guys had assembled. I'd
then jump back in the pool to clean off.

Myra and I had switched off three or four times when I found Cindy had
joined the waiting queue in the pool house. She was still in her bikini,
but she was sporting at least a 10" strap-on around her waist. She just
stood there with the guys stroking her hard-on. Most of the other men were
sporting wood in their swim suits, but I was shocked at her brazen
display. She was next in line when the last customer came out of the men's
room. She looked me in the eyes and then tapped the salesman to her right
and told him to go ahead. He joyfully ran into the bathroom. She was
obviously waiting for my turn.

I delayed as long as I thought Myra could last. She probably sucked off 3
more guys than she should have, but eventually I relieved her. The first
thing through the hole was Cindy's obscene fake dick. It looked even bigger
somehow since I couldn't see her. It was just a big piece of rubber hanging
out of the wall. I knew from the look she'd given me while we were waiting
that she wasn't expecting a simple blow job. In truth I didn't want to give
her one. I would have preferred she took me in the house to fuck me
properly, but if this was the only option, I was happy to take it. My pussy
had been begging for more attention than my finger could give it and I
wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by.

Although I tried not to show it as we stared at each other while waiting to
enter the bathroom, I wanted her bad. My pussy had been preparing itself to
be violated as I watched her monster cock bob side to side. It was almost
hypnotic. I was plenty wet to squat forward on the wall and push her cock
into me. I didn't even bother taking off my swim suit. I simply pulled the
bottom aside and in it went. It felt wonderful. Much better, in fact, than
the smaller cock Myra had guided me on earlier. This one was long, fat and
able to hit all the right places. I knew the assembled crowd could hear my
moans as I humped my body against the wall forcing the dildo in and out of
my pussy.

It was a great ride, but I still couldn't quite get off so I dismounted and
spun around. Dropping to my hands and knees, I couldn't get my ass up high
enough to fuck myself doggie style. I stood back up just as Cindy began to
withdraw. With cat like reflexes I grabbed the dildo with both hands and
pulled her back. I pictured her with a big smile on her face as I spun
myself around and bent over at the waist.

The strap-on now was at the correct height and I quickly slid my pussy back
down its length. The sounds coming out of my mouth were primal as I began
to rock my body forward and back forcing the cock deep into my pussy. As
good as it felt when I was facing the wall that was nothing compared to
what I was feeling now. I build up as forceful a pace as I could muster,
fucking myself harder and harder. I was starting to lose control of my
faculties as I built myself up closer and closer to an incredible
climax. My howls of pleasure echoed off the tiled wall as I screamed my
head off. And then... nothing.

Without warning Cindy pulled the fake cock back through the wall. I fell to
my knees in frustration. Why didn't she wait just another few strokes? I
knew why. She was a bitch. I turned with my back against the stall wall and
stared at the hole. Immediately my hand was in my pussy finishing what she
had started. I was almost there again when I heard the bathroom door
open. I was too far gone to stop. I didn't care who was coming in. The
stall door opened and there was Cindy. Her presence was commanding as she
stood over me. The strap-on hung menacingly in front of her still
glistening with my pussy juices.

"Get that hand off your pussy and suck my cock," she yelled.

Immediately I obeyed as I scampered to my knees to take her deep into my
throat. I knew my orgasm had been delayed. She'd probably make me eat her
again before letting me cum. Oh well. An orgasm delayed is an orgasm
improved. Cindy apparently had other plans.

After less than a minute, she pulled back the cock for a second time. I
thought, "Oh goodie, she's going to fuck me again." She pulled me by the
hair out of the stall and pushed me over to the counter. I quickly bent
over it hoping to entice her into doing me from behind. I felt her behind
me and prepared for her penetration. Instead I felt her untying the straps
of my bathing suit. Whatever she wants, I figured.

Instead of shoving her big fake cock back into me, once I was naked she
grabbed my hair again and led me through the door and back to the common
room.

"This will teach you to fuck my husband without my permission," she hissed
as she shoved me onto the wicker couch.

I bounced onto the cushion and spun around so I could see what was
happening. Surrounding the couch were at least ten guys. All had their
suits down and all had raging hard-ons.

"Have fun boys. She was just begging to cum so she'll be willing to do
anything you want. Try to keep her from cumming for a while and I'm sure
she'll reward you. I'll be back in an hour or so to see how you're
doing... Oh by the way, she loves cum baths so feel free to cover her in
spunk."

I started to watch Cindy walk out the door, but my vision was quickly
obscured by the first hard cock to appear in my face. All I had at that
moment were feelings of pure lust. I wasn't even mad at her. Earlier that
night Cindy had promised me enough cock to keep my pussy happy and now she
was delivering. While I began to suck the first guy I felt hands all over
my body. I was being pawed and prodded from all angles. My boobs were being
squeezed and pulled in opposite directions. Whoever was manipulating the
right one apparently really liked my nipple ring because he kept flicking
it with his finger. This was driving me wild. I would have told him but my
mouth was full of cock.

I felt two fingers push into my pussy and begin to twirl around. They
pulled back out coated in my fuck juice. I then felt a hand pull my ass
cheeks apart and then felt the fingers at my back door. I tried to relax as
I would when inserting a butt plug, but it was tough. The fingers had to
work a bit to open my ass for business, but they were insistent. Finally
buried several inches in, the fingers began to push in and out. While my
ass was finger fucked somebody else began rubbing my clit. With the hands
still on my nipples, clit and in my ass, I began to shake with
excitement. Apparently that was enough of a visual to set off the man who
stuck his cock in my mouth because I could feel him tensing. I felt him try
to pull out before he shot, but I still caught the first sweet, sticky blob
of cum flying into my open mouth. The second splattered across my nose. The
third hit me between the eyes. After that, the gangbang started in earnest.

The men were almost gentlemanly. They pulled the cushions down to the floor
and took turns fucking me. It was surreal to be lying on my back as a
stranger went to town fucking my pussy while a rotating group of men stood
over me stroking their cocks waiting for their turn. The guys would
position me as they wanted, missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl or
plowboy and would fuck either my pussy or ass until they were ready to
shoot. As Cindy had requested, they would pull out and spray their seed. By
the time she returned I was covered in cum. My hair was tangled and stuck
with dried cum. My face was a mess. My breasts were caked with dried goo as
was the area around my pussy and ass.

I looked up at Cindy and asked her if this was all she had. She laughed and
pointed at one of the men. They had all already blown at least one load on
me, some of them two, but still there were plenty of hard dicks to go
around. One of the men sat down on the couch and pulled me over to him. I
mounted his glorious cock pressing my knees on the cushion. As I squealed
with pleasure, I distinctly remember hearing Cindy snap her fingers. I then
felt another cock pressing against my asshole. I loved the feeling of
double penetration with my vibrators. Now I was going to get it with more
cocks than I could count.

As assfucker number one began to go to town, I heard the door open again. I
didn't know if it was Cindy leaving or more people entering. I guessed none
of the guys would be leaving. Over and over guys took up position to pummel
my ass while I humped the guy in my pussy for all I was worth. I was
determined, in principle, to make him cum inside me. I continued to slam my
pussy down his hot rod while the other sales men took turns with my
ass. But I was the only one who was cumming. The men fucking my ass seemed
to be pulling out and switching before they could cum and the guy I was
riding must have been an ironman as he somehow held back.

I couldn't tell how many different people had me in the ass right then and
how many had me more than once. I do know that eventually all good things
have to come to an end and somebody pulled me off the cock I was riding and
deposited me back on the floor. The guy I'd been riding for at least half
an hour went first. He must have been straining to hold back because as
soon as he stood over me he let loose a river of cum splattering across my
chest. Droplets of cum were bouncing everywhere as he blasted away his
frustrations. As he backed away I saw at least 15 guys in a circle around
me. They were all yanking their cocks. Cindy's promised cum bath was about
to begin. I'm struggling to describe the feeling of that much cum hitting
your body in such a short period of time. Only my legs were spared being
coated in their joy, although a few dropped either bounced or were jerked
as far south as my right knee. My brain was on overload. I was furiously
rubbing my clit as soon as I hit the floor and started cumming as soon as
pussy fucker's first splat hit my body. I continued to cum through the
entire onslaught, moaning and convulsing on the floor as I was covered in
hot goo. Invariably some of the load found my open mouth despite Cindy's
best intentions and I reveled in the taste. Orgasm aftershocks continued
long after the last man finished cumming. The men all gathered their
clothes and walked out while I was still lying on the floor quaking and
trembling.

I must have passed out because when I woke again all was quiet. Apparently
the party was over. The lights were dim in the pool house. I was still
lying naked on the floor and all of the cum had dried on me. I felt
particularly nasty and had trouble opening my eyes as the dried cum was
sticking to my eyelids. I reached down and touched my pussy. It felt
battered, but happy. I could tell my ass had been abused, but this too made
me feel good. As I started to get my senses back, I could hear a few people
still talking out by the pool. I figured jumping in the pool was the first
step of my clean-up. I could only hope that whoever was out there knew what
had happened to me and I wouldn't be shocking them with my cum crusted
appearance. I also had to pee really badly. I tried to decide which to do
first when I noticed the glory hole light was on. These parties really were
wild if that was still going on. I wondered if it was Myra in the bathroom
or maybe Cindy. After all she had put me through I wouldn't mind seeing how
she handled a big cock. I pulled myself into an unsteady standing position
and walked to the bathroom door.

I tried to open the door as stealthily as I could like Cindy had done to me
earlier. I think I snuck into the bathroom successfully. I could see two
feet sticking under the stall wall, but I could tell they didn't belong to
either Myra or Cindy. In fact, the feet were masculine. I tried to peek
through the crack of the stall door, but I could see much. Luckily my purse
was still sitting on the bathroom counter and I was able to find my cell
phone. I went into the second stall, both to pee and to spy. I reached my
hand over the top of the divider and snapped a picture. I then sat down on
the toilet and looked at my phone. As I released a loud stream of urine I
was shocked at the image on my phone. There, in all his glory, was my
step-dad Sam, sucking on what I presumed was Cindy's strap-on just as I had
done hours earlier.

I flushed the toilet. Clearly he knew somebody was in the stall next to
him. He must have seen me lying on the floor covered in cum so he should
have guessed I had woken up. But the sounds from the stall next to me
confirmed that either he was deaf or didn't care that somebody else was in
the bathroom. I couldn't help but sit there and listen. It was like an
accident on the highway that you have to look at. I'd been disgusted when
Sam licked Mr. Thompson's sperm off the car seat. Now he was giving
Mr. Thompson's wife a blow job. I felt sick to my stomach again. How could
I tell my mom?

All of a sudden the room was silent. I guess Cindy had enough. Perhaps she
was on her way into the bathroom right now to fuck him like she had done
me. But the door never opened. I did hear noises begin again from Sam's
stall. I lifted my phone and took another picture. I don't know if I was
more or less distressed to see him sucking on a real cock this time, but
somehow that seemed better to me. I couldn't really tell from the picture,
but it looked like Mr. Thompson's cock was sticking through the
wall. Apparently Sam was servicing both husband and wife to keep his
contract. I decided to sneak back out of the bathroom and jump in the pool
to try to feel clean. As I walked back into the common area Cindy was
waiting for me.

"I wondered where you went. You were still sleeping soundly when I came
in."

"Yeah, I was a little surprised what I found in the bathroom."

"I bet. Your step-dad loves your mom very much. He's doing what he needs to
do to keep my husband's account. So were you for that matter."

I knew right then that kinky sex was going to be the price I had to pay for
my car and the money my dad would earn to send me to college. Cindy took my
hand and led me back into the bathroom. I could hear grunting coming from
the glory hole as she bent me over the counter and pushed her strap-on back
into me. She ground her hips into me pushing my clit against the edge of
the countertop. My face was about 9 inches from the vanity mirror. My
entire field of view was my body being violated again by the woman of the
house and my face showing that I loved every minute of it. She was driving
me closer and closer to yet another climax when I heard a shout of pleasure
from the men's bathroom. Quickly after the stall door opened and my
step-dad walked out to find me splayed on the end of Cindy's cock. She
looked at him and said "Come here Sam."

She popped out of me and told me to sit on the counter. She then pushed
Sam's face into my well used pussy.

"She's worked her ass off for you tonight, quite literally, Sam. It's time
for you to return the favor."

Sam began licking my pussy. He was good at it. There was no doubt. No
wonder my mom liked him. Soon he finished what Cindy had started as I was
cumming in his face. He looked up at me with a look of satisfaction. Cindy
apparently wasn't quite as satisfied as she grabbed his hips and took aim
at his unprotected ass with the strap-on. She began to fuck him hard
pushing his face into my dripping pussy. Sam looked like he was really
enjoying having Cindy take his ass. I was sure it wasn't the first
time. She definitely was enjoying the power he had over him. His cock was
hard as a rock and I watched as he started to stroke it. Cindy looked at me
and told me to get beneath him.

I was disgusted when I sucked him off earlier, but now, after all I'd been
through tonight, somehow it didn't seem so wrong. I slithered off the
counter and sat down on the floor underneath him. I wasn't sure if Cindy
intended for me to blow him again, so I just slapped his hand to get him to
stop stroking himself.

His cock was big, beautiful and looked ready to burst. I was still
disgusted by the thought of blowing my step-dad. Doing him through the
glory hole was one thing, but at least I had the excuse that I didn't know
who it was. If I did this now, I'd have no excuses. I decided I wasn't
ready to do that so I spit on my hand and started stroking his member. He
didn't seem to mind. I don't think I ever felt a cock as hard as his. I
knew he couldn't last much longer.

Cindy was still sawing away at Sam's ass and now that I was in position
under him she started calling him all kinds of filthy names apparently in
an effort to make him cum. She urged him to unload again on my face. She
told him he was a worthless pig. He told him Fred was expecting him to suck
him off again later. Apparently the dirty talk worked because Sam grunted
then sprayed another hot load into my face. Both of the loads he hit me
with that night were mighty and I savored every drop that dripped over my
lips and onto my tongue. I knew I'd never be able to tell my mom what just
happened, but I also knew that I'd really enjoyed it this time.

Cindy pulled her cock out of Sam's ass. I was worried she'd have me clean
it. I'd have done it too. But instead she took off the harness and through
the whole contraption into the sink. Sam walked out of the bathroom. I was
still sitting below the sink.

"You can come out now dear. You've done remarkably well tonight. You are
welcome at our parties anytime. Get your dress back on and I'll have Myra
give you a ride home."

I didn't bother to wipe my face. I'm sure Cindy would have told me not to
anyway just like she'd done earlier. I wore the evidence of my evening
proudly as I walked out of the bathroom, out passed the pool and up to the
house. Myra was sitting on one of the patio chairs talking to the business
manager. She looked a little shocked at my appearance, but didn't look down
at me. Maybe she was even a little jealous about what I'd obviously just
done. Cindy was right behind me.

"Hey Myra, can you give our little one here a ride home."

"Sure Cindy," she responded.

"Brooke, I've got one last souvenir for you as a remembrance of the
party. Follow me."

I walked behind Cindy and I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. I
fully expected her to introduce me to her long lost brother or uncle that
she expected me to fuck or tell me to do some other kind of degrading sex
act for her amusement. It turned out to be not too bad, although under
normal circumstances it could be considered degrading. I'm sure it amused
her. By the front door, she had an antique secretary desk. She opened the
front and there was a good sized butt plug and a vibrator waiting for
me. Cindy grabbed the butt plug and without warning pushed it into my
mouth.

"Get that good and slick. I don't have any lube."

She then turned her attention to the vibe which was turned on and then
inserted into my hyper stimulated pussy. The buzzing was divine. I knew I
would cum again soon if it was left inside me. Cindy popped the plug out of
my mouth and told me to bend over. I did as she said and in it went. After
the workout my ass got during the gang bang, the plug met little resistance
before it seated itself at its base. Myra had joined us, her sexy body once
again hidden by her leather jacket.

"Let's go, girl," she said.

Cindy gave me a passionate kiss and squeezed my ass. I walked out of the
house following Myra. I had to hold my hand in front of my dress and
pressed against my pussy to keep the vibrator from falling. The plug filled
me up and each step brought a pleasurable rocking side to side motion to my
anal nerves. I hoped I could make it to the bike before I climaxed again.

Myra threw her leg over the seat and started the engine. I don't know why I
hadn't realized it before, but the vibrations of the bike were going to
cause havoc with the plug and vibrator. When I say havoc, I mean that in
the best possible way. I was ready to cum just from walking. Add the
vibrations from riding and I wouldn't even make it to the end of the
block. Of course that was fine with me.

I had grown accustomed to having my naked pussy on Myra's motorcycle
seat. I couldn't imagine riding any other way. She revved the engine a
couple of time to rattle the seat. The vibrations were transferred right
through the plug while my clit screamed for attention. I wrapped my arms
tight around Myra and put my nose hard against her leather. She put the
bike in gear and we sped off into the night. I was right. I came before we
were out of the neighborhood. I came a second time about a mile later as we
idled at a stop light. I'm glad it was so late and nobody was around. I
came three more times and was building to a fourth when Myra pulled into an
apartment complex parking lot. I looked around. I had no idea which part of
the city I was in. Myra killed the engine and told me to get off.

"Where are me?"

"My place. You didn't think I was going to let the Thompsons have all the
fun did you?"

I threw my arms around her and told her I loved her as I felt the vibrator
slide out of my pussy and clank on the ground. At least the butt plug was
safely in its home.

*** Chapter 05 ***

Myra took me upstairs to her apartment. We were both pretty tired from the
party at Mr. Thompson's house, but the ride on her motorcycle had woke me
up enough to have the energy to do something about the fire between my
legs. The combination of the vibrator and the motorcycle had left my pussy
in serious need of satisfaction. I think I surprised Myra by turning
aggressive myself and forcing my pussy down on her mouth. My juices were
liberally flowing and she only put up token resistance to my advance. It
didn't take long before she had me spraying again. After I climbed off her
face she looked confused since I was usually the one doing what she said
not the other way around. My energy level was dropping fast, but kept going
long enough to order her to strip and I made sure to eat her to one final
climax before we both crawled into bed. I was sore but satisfied and
quickly fell asleep.

That night I dreamed of having my own sexual play toy to take care of my
needs much as I had learned to take care of others. I woke with my hand
resting on my still wet pussy. I gave myself a quick fingering and then
licked my own flavor from my fingers and went back to sleep. Myra gave me a
ride home the next morning. My mom didn't want to talk about what happened
at the party. As far as she knew, she had just had a fight with my
step-dad. If she really knew what happened I bet she would have thrown him
out. I was leaving for college the next day so I busied myself with last
minute preparations. I was about to begin a new adventure and was looking
forward to meeting new people and expanding my horizons. The university I
picked was about an hour away if traffic wasn't bad. It was far enough away
that living on campus was necessary, but not so far that I couldn't come
home on the weekends if I wanted to. Given how my sex life had been going,
I definitely would be coming home for the next rave and for Mr. Thompson's
next quarterly celebration.

Arriving at school I moved into my cramped dorm room. I'd talked to my
roommate, Alice, several times and we'd emailed back and forth, but this
was the first time I had met her. Between us we had everything we needed in
our room. Alice lived further away and would not be going home until
Thanksgiving break. She was a sweet thing. An innocent looking girl, her
white skin showed little coloration like she had spent the entire summer
inside. Her hair was straight and dark, although a little lighter than
mine. She wore bookworm glasses part of the time and simple blouses and
pants. She had piercing blue eyes, though and she knew how to apply her
make-up for the best results. She was obviously smart and although she
played herself off as innocent, I got a vibe that perhaps she was more of a
player than she was letting on. Of course I could have just been projecting
my fantasy of her being a naughty bookworm onto her. Either way I made it
one of my first semester goals to have her eating my pussy.

Seducing and/or enslaving my roommate was goal number one. Goal number two
was to find a nice juicy and thick dick to keep my pussy happy. Goal 2a was
to find a second juicy and thick dick for when dick #1 was unavailable or
soft. After the gangbang at Mr. Thompson's house I realized I would never
be satisfied with one cock again. I figured on a university campus I would
have my pick of cocks so this goal should be easy to obtain. I didn't want
to get the reputation of the campus slut, however, so I knew I'd have to be
discrete. Further down my goal chart was to get good grades, probably get
an on-campus job to help with my expenses and meet some non-sexual friends.

Monday was spent making sure our class schedules were in order and we had
the right books and supplies. I had not had sex on Sunday and by Monday
afternoon I was feeling horny. Alice was off on campus somewhere so I took
the opportunity for a quick stroke session. I'd brought most of my toy
collection. Like the American Express card, my motto was don't leave home
without it. That afternoon I learned a very important lesson. Namely that a
dorm room is designed as a place to get caught masturbating.

As was typical for me, I was wearing a dress for easy access to my
pussy. Fortunately since I was horny I didn't bother to take it off. I'd
bent myself over holding onto a tiny sink we had in the room for stability
and was plowing my pussy with a dildo when I heard the tumblers click in
the room's deadbolt. I froze instantly in terror before I instinctively
pulled the dildo out of my now gaping pussy and tossed it into my closet. I
bolted for my desk sitting down just as Alice entered the room. I pretended
to be studying a book intently, although since classes had not started we
didn't have any work to do yet. I could tell Alice was staring at me. She
was probably trying to figure out what was going on. I'm sure I looked
flustered. I only hope was that her innocence act wasn't an act and she
didn't know what a woman who'd been caught playing with herself would look
like.

If she suspected anything, she didn't mention it. I was sure it wouldn't be
the last time she caught me. I started thinking maybe letting her catch me
would be a good way to begin her seduction. I continued to pretend to be
reading, but my mind and pussy were working overtime thinking about how to
seduce my sweet lovable roommate. While that was a nice thought, it
unfortunately served to fire my arousal ever higher. I had not cum before
she arrived and I was in an ever increasing pattern of need. Finally I
couldn't stand it anymore. I excused myself to head to the bathroom down
the hall. Once inside I verified all the stalls were empty and then chose
the one which bordered the wall.

Once inside my fingers found their way quickly into my pussy and rubbing my
clit. I imagined Alice finding my still warm and wet dildo in my closet and
either using it on herself or at least licking it clean. That was enough to
set me off and I thoroughly enjoyed a loud and juicy orgasm. I quickly
learned lesson number two about dorm life. If you're going to masturbate in
the common bathroom, you had better learn to do it quietly. The acoustics
in the all tile bathroom only served to amplify my moans of pleasure and
although I had checked the other stalls, I'm sure whomever had a room which
shared a common wall with the bathroom knew exactly what just
transpired. Note to self... Bring a gag with you in your purse next time.

I was glad to find nobody had entered the bathroom during my self-love. I
washed my hands and face and dried off with several paper towels from the
dispenser. I felt dirty, in a good way, as I exited the bathroom. This was
exactly the kind of sexual liberation I expected to find at school. Orgasms
whenever and wherever I needed them.

I turned to walk back up the hallway toward my room. I was still thinking
about finding Alice impaled on my dildo when I opened the door. The room
next to the bathroom had its door open. Curious, I couldn't help but look
into it. There was a woman sitting at the desk next to the wall she shared
with the bathroom. I could tell the stalls were just on the other side. I
was sure she heard something, but she probably didn't know it was me. As I
passed she looked out the door and smiled. I didn't break my stride or give
her any expression back. But my pussy did leak a little more juice into my
panties. Maybe Alice wouldn't be my only loyal pussy licker this year.

I got back to my dorm room and went inside. Alice was looking as angelic as
ever and nothing was said about my behavior. That night in bed I struggled
to fall asleep. I was still horny. If I had been at home I would have
Jilled myself until I was worn out, but here, that was a problem. I lay
still in the darkness trying to relax. Eventually I fell asleep, but I woke
up a short time later due to a soft squeak of a bed spring. I knew it
wasn't my bed. I'd been asleep and not moving. I lay staring at the
ceiling. It was quiet in the room. I didn't make a sound. A few minutes
later I heard the squeak again. Alice was moving on her mattress. I figured
she was having a dream or just trying to find a more comfortable position
on the decidedly uncomfortable mattress.

I lay as still as I could listening to the sounds coming from the other
side of the room. Besides an occasional rubbing of the mattress springs, I
thought I detected a deeper than normal sound of breathing. I resisted
turning my head to look at Alice's bed. I was trying to maintain the
illusion that I was asleep. In my heightened state of observation, I
thought I heard the soft movement of an arm under a blanket. Without my
eyes, my ears were become hypersensitive. Or was it just my brain playing
tricks on me? I thought I heard sounds that could only mean my roommate was
masturbating nearly silently in her bed.

I pictured her fingers dancing across her clit and marveled at how quiet
she was able to keep herself. I could never masturbate so
discretely. Surely she would have to make some noise when she came. I
pictured how much fun it would be to stroke my own needs at that moment and
imagined the day, hopefully in the very near future, when Alice would be
servicing my pussy instead of her own at night. My arousal was back in
overdrive as I imagined my innocent looking roommate kneeling before me in
awe as my orgasm gushed on her pretty face. I wondered what she was
thinking about as she teased her own clit. I wondered if I should just stop
faking my sleep and catch her in her dirty act and use that to blackmail
her into being my pleasure toy.

I was just about ready to do exactly that when I stopped hearing all sounds
from her side of the room and her breathing return to normal. Had she just
silently cum? If so I envied her ability to do so. My opportunity to catch
her in the act was gone.

I continued to lie in my bed staring at the ceiling. I was wide awake now
and the aching need in my pussy was not going to go away by itself. I came
to the conclusion that Alice had not been masturbating. Nobody could be
that silent when she came. She must have been having a naughty dream. Maybe
she was thinking about me? I decided to take it slow with Alice, that it
was better not to rush things so I could be sure of a positive outcome.

That decided, there was one thing that needed my attention that night. I
knew there was no way I could get myself off without waking Alice and
possibly our neighbors so I determined another trip to the bathroom was in
order. This time I went prepared grabbing my shower caddy with a washcloth
to muffle my cries of ecstasy. It was after midnight, but the floor was
still active with many of the girls taking advantage of the lack of
studying before classes started. I met a few more neighbors as I walked
down the hall to the bathroom. There were a couple of girls I was
definitely attracted to, but I couldn't just come right out and ask them to
get me off. As open as I am, that would be just too much. Plus I knew Alice
would hear through the grapevine and that might spoil my plans for
her. Nope, another finger session in the bathroom would be all I could have
tonight.

There was one stall occupied and one shower going when I walked into the
bathroom. The stall along the wall I had used before was empty so I chose
it again. I had my washcloth at the ready when I needed to gag myself so I
patiently waited for the other girl to leave. The anticipation was
delicious. My pussy was calling for attention. I had my panties down and
was ready to give it what it demanded, but I had to wait. Finally I heard
the other toilet flush. I gave myself a couple of quick strokes as the rush
of water masked my true purpose. I knew a moan escaped my mouth, but I
managed to control the volume enough that I don't think she heard. I
quickly brought the washcloth to my mouth to avoid a repeat as my fingers
began to dance on my clit.

I heard the other stall door open and the girl walk out. Finally I could
have some privacy. I knew the girl in the shower wouldn't hear me because
of the water and my improvised gag. Satisfaction was at hand. I began
diddling myself again. My orgasm began to build quickly. I struggled to
remain quiet trying to see if I could develop the skill I perceived Alice
to possess. When I heard another stall door opening, immediately my hand
froze over my pussy.

I looked down at the floor and saw a foot in the stall next to me. Why did
she have to pick that stall? I couldn't make a sound at that distance or I
would be busted for sure. I took a closer look. The girl was white; I could
tell that much and she liked high heels. She was wearing a patent leather
pump with a 4" heel. She was also wearing black stockings. I couldn't see
above her calf, but her leg was obviously toned and not just from the
heel. This girl was an athlete of some kind.

My fantasy mind took over once again. Here we were in the dorm the first
night and this girl was obviously already out and trolling. She must have
been a slut like me. Well maybe not like me, but at least a slut. There was
no reason for her to be wearing fuck me pumps and stockings in the dorm
unless she was just going out or just getting home. I had to meet her.

I decided to put the needs of my pussy on hold temporarily. I flushed the
toilet and straightened myself out. I left the stall and intended to wait
for my mystery girl by the sinks. I felt stupid washing and then rewashing
my face while I waited, but a few minutes later she appeared. She was
gorgeous. There was no other way to describe her. She had poise and
grace. She knew she was beautiful and even in a dorm bathroom, she was
selling it as she strode confidently up to the sink to wash her hands. My
initial reaction to her shoes and stockings were confirmed by the short
black dress she was wearing. She must have been out looking for sex or was
heading out now. Her dress was not unlike my sexy cocktail dresses Sam had
bought for me, but on her, it looked much more alluring. In truth I was a
little intimidated. I wanted to turn over a new sexual leaf at college but
I was afraid with this woman, if she snapped her fingers and pointed down,
I would instantly find myself on my knees submitting to her.

I was trying to watch her in the mirror. She introduced herself as
Marcy. It turned out she lived across the hall and was a senior. I didn't
know we had any seniors still living in the dorm. When I asked her about
that she liked it because it was cheap and that she wasn't there that
often. It seemed like a strange statement one I interpreted to mean she was
usually sleeping somewhere else. Given the way she was dressed, I couldn't
imagine any other interpretation.

Marcy said she had a new sophomore roommate this year named Tia and that we
should get together tomorrow. I told her my roommate's name was Alice and
asked if they wanted to get together for breakfast. Marcy chuckled and said
maybe lunch. She said she was heading out and had no plans to be awake
before noon.

I watched in awe as she walked out of the bathroom. Her dress perfectly
framed a very tight ass. My lusts fueled higher again. I was ready to head
back into the stall when I heard the shower turn off. I'd have to be quiet
again. I scampered back to the stalls before whoever was showering had
toweled off and made her way to the sink area. I double checked the stalls
were clear, although since nobody new had come in I was sure I was alone. I
didn't need any foreplay. I simultaneously jammed three fingers from my
right hand deep into my pussy while my left hand forced my now wet
washcloth into my mouth. I bit down hard on the washcloth as a thrilling
orgasm overtook me seconds later. I'm sure I wasn't totally silent, but at
least my moans didn't echo through the floor like the first time I got off
in that stall.

I was sitting on the toilet panting and trying to calm back down when I
heard the sink faucet turn on. I decided to hide until the woman who had
been showering left the bathroom. I'm sure she heard enough and I didn't
want to be embarrassed. I sat passively trying to slow my
heartbeat. Finally the water turned off and I thought I heard the door open
and shut.

I stood up on wobbly legs and exited the stall. I probably should grab a
quick shower, I figured, but I was exhausted and finally ready to sleep. I
rounded the corner and was surprised to see a girl flossing her teeth next
to the sink. She had her shower caddy sitting on the counter and was
wearing a robe. Obviously she had been the one in the shower and knew what
I had just done.

I tried to play it cool just walking up to wash my hands as if I had done
what a normal person does in the bathroom. I took a closer look at the girl
in the mirror and realized she was the one who lived right next to the
bathroom and had smiled at me when I left the bathroom earlier after my
screaming orgasm. Great. She's busted me twice in about six hours playing
with myself in the bathroom. My reputation was quickly being written and I
wasn't sure I liked where it was heading.

The girl introduced herself as Becky. She waited to shake my hand until
after I washed it. An expression of recognition flashed on her face.

"I remember you. I saw you earlier. You live down the hall don't you?"

I tried to be sociable and told her I remembered her. I told her about just
meeting Marcy and planning to have lunch with our roommates and asked Becky
if she wanted to join us. She said sure. I told her to bring her roommate,
but she said she didn't have one yet. She said there were a few open spots
and she had been lucky to get a single room. I told her Marcy didn't plan
on being up before noon, so she should head down to our room about then and
we could get to know each other better. After she agreed, I left the
bathroom and headed back to my room.

I looked under Marcy and Tia's door, but I didn't see any light. Marcy must
have been out for the evening. I wondered if Tia was out too or just
asleep. Back in my room Alice was sound asleep. I found my bed and quickly
joined her. I slept well. My orgasm induced sleep kept me occupied until
almost 10am. I woke refreshed. Alice was already gone. I took a quick
shower and then tried to figure out a plan to my day. I had a few more
things to take care of to be ready for classes and of course had a lunch
date planned. I also wrote an email to Myra telling her about my first
night at school as I had promised to do. So far I was liking college.

Alice came back to the room about 11:45. I told her about meeting our
neighbors and they all wanted to go to lunch today. She agreed to go and
shortly after we heard a knock at the door. It was Becky. She was dressed
in a pair of faded jeans and at a university sweatshirt on. I introduced
her to Alice. We left the door open so when Tia and Marcy were ready, we
would know. About 10 after 12 their door opened. A tall African-America
woman walked out of the room and into ours. This must be Tia, I
figured. She had the most engaging smile and long straight black hair. She
must flatten it I remember thinking. She had a short, wide nose and
haunting eyes. Her most prominent feature was a very full bust scarcely
contained by the white men's dress shirt she was wearing.

Tia walked confidently. I guess when you looked like she did there was no
reason to doubt yourself. She introduced herself and said Marcy wasn't back
yet. She didn't say Marcy had not come home last night, but I was pretty
sure that was what happened. Tia turned out to be very friendly and
chatty. She filled us in on what we should expect on our first day of
classes and gave us the rundown of who hosted the best parties and other
recreational opportunities. It was 12:45 before we even realized it. I
suggested we leave Marcy behind and go to lunch. Everyone else agreed.

We headed down the stairwell and walked out the door when Marcy finally
appeared. She was wearing the same outfit I had seen on her last night. She
was definitely disheveled after a night of amorous adventures. As soon as
she saw us she remembered her commitment about lunch.

"Shit, I forgot," she began.

Tia responded, "You were thinking with your pussy again, weren't you
girl. You never have time for your friends."

"What can I say," Marcy attempted to justify her behavior. "Luke, Robert
and Tommy kept me up all night.

I looked at Tia, Becky and Alice for signs that they were shocked that
Marcy just announced she fucked three guys last night. Tia certainly wasn't
shocked. Even though they were new roommates, I got the impression that she
knew Marcy from last year. Becky looked amused but Alice definitely seemed
unnerved.

"Just give me 10 minutes to change and I'll be right down," Marcy offered.

"5 minutes," countered Tia.

"7?" negotiated Marcy

"5 or I paddle your ass tonight," was Tia's final offer.

The exchange seemed to unnerve Alice a little more. Becky's expression
didn't change. Outwardly mine didn't, but I'm sure you can guess what I was
feeling inside. Here was a woman I would have gladly submitted to last
night being threatened with a beating from her beautiful and busty
roommate. I definitely have to get to know this pair.

We stood outside waiting for Marcy's return. The girls were making small
talk. Tia didn't sound like the mistress type. Perhaps that was just how
she and Marcy joked with each other. Tia was bubbly and outgoing and didn't
sound in the least bit sexual in any of her talk. That didn't stop me from
starting to fantasize about her and Marcy both having their way with me.

By the time Marcy returned, 8 minutes later by Tia's watch, I had become
positively juicy. Tia reminded her that she was going to paddle Marcy's ass
tonight and even gave her a playful swat. Marcy joked that if she tried it
she would be the one with a sore butt. That was the end of that part of the
conversation. The five of us began walking toward a sandwich shop just off
campus across the parking lot from the dorm. I purposely held back behind
the group to get a better view of Tia and Marcy's asses. They sounded like
they were joking about spanking each other, but I wasn't giving in on the
fantasy.

Lunch was fun. We all got to know each other better. Tia continued to give
us wisdom on what it was like to be a freshman. Marcy didn't talk too
much. She definitely seemed tired. I wondered how much sleep she got last
night. I also kept wondering if Tia was kidding about paddling her. I had a
feeling I'd be trying to hear her punishment through the door that evening.

The rest of the day I spent getting ready for class and exploring the
campus. I went to the library, the student union, the gym and walked my
route to the class buildings. I had everything done by 8pm and wanted to
relax a bit before going to bed. My first class was 9am so I figured I
could stay up pretty late and still get enough sleep, but Alice wanted to
crash early because she had an 8 o'clock class. I told her that was cool. I
could use a little extra sleep so by 10 our lights were out. I still
struggled to fall asleep. My mind was wandering to our neighbors and to my
planned seduction of Alice. I even had impure thoughts about Becky. I knew
I was going to have to masturbate again before I could get to sleep.

Alice seemed to be dead to the world, so I decided to take a chance and do
it in the room. There was plenty of noise in the hallway so I figured with
the help of my washcloth gag I'd be able to have a quick orgasm without
waking Alice.

I reached under the covers to play with myself. I was slick as usual and
easily found my clit. I tried to go slow and keep the noise down, but that
was much easier said than done. I had to bite down hard on the washcloth to
keep from waking Alice. All of a sudden the noise in the hallway died
down. I guess everyone was finally settling down for the night. I was
fantasizing about Tia spanking Marcy and I even thought I might have heard
a smack from their room. Whether or not the sound was real or in my mind,
the picture I saw of the tall beautiful black girl spanking an equally
beautiful white girl was enough to trigger my release. I tried to be quiet,
but my mattress definitely squeaked as I couldn't help but rock back and
forth. The washcloth, while helpful, was unable to block all my moans. I
was too far gone to stop when I heard Alice rolling over. I remember
praying that she was really still asleep and was just subconsciously trying
to find a more comfortable position. I still wanted to seduce her on my own
terms and not scare her away.

I fought to keep myself quiet and apparently I succeeded enough as Alice
never did show signs of being awake. As for me, I was sweating under my
blanket as the warm glow of an amusing orgasm washed over me. It wasn't the
"I just fucked the shit out of myself with my favorite dildo" kind of
orgasm, but it was good enough to put me to sleep.

I woke feeling nasty from going to sleep sweaty. Alice was already
gone. She must have been very quiet as she left for class early. I got
through the day well. I had three classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday
and two on Tuesday and Thursday. My schedule wasn't too bad based on what
everyone I talked to said. 9, 10:45 and 2 for my three class days and 10:45
and 3 on the others. That meant I'd be done on Friday by 3:30 if there was
a party to get to or I could be done just after noon if I skipped my last
class.

The week cruised by. I was getting frustrated by only having my fingers to
keep me happy. Alice was always in the room at night so I was limited to
when I could break out my toys. When she left for her 8am class I could
have a little happy time, but I was always getting ready for my own class
so other than Thursday when I was extra horny, I had to make do with a
journey to the bathroom or a sneaky session in my bed late at night. I was
planning to hit a party Friday night and find a real cock. I thought about
asking Marcy since she obviously knew where to go for action, but I didn't
see her at all Thursday or Friday. I asked Tia but she said she wasn't sure
where she was. Tia suggested I try the Sigma Epsilon house Friday
night. She said the frat parties were closed until about 11:30 when
everyone started mingling from house to house. That sounded like my kind of
crowd.

I was sitting around my room Friday night waiting for the anointed
hour. Outwardly I was chatting with Alice and trying to get her to come
with me. But internally I was fantasizing about finding Marcy's friends
Luke, Robert and Tommy. I was just about to head down to the shower when my
phone rang. It was my mom. Something had to be wrong as she would never
have called at that hour. I asked what was up.

"It's your Aunt Mischell," she told me.

My Aunt Mischell really isn't my aunt, but she is my mom's best
friend. Their friendship goes back all the way to middle school. I'd grown
up calling her my Aunt much like her kids called my mom Aunt. Both her kids
are out of college having graduated last year and three years ago. Like my
mom, she was divorced. Unlike my mom, she didn't remarry. She was
financially secure from the divorce agreement and some wise investments and
still worked managing one of her ex-husband's companies she received in the
settlement.

My mom explained that Aunt Mischell had hurt her back. I could believe
that. My aunt was not blessed with an athletic body. She was a bit
overweight, but she carried it well. She was in her late 40's and after the
divorce seemed to treat everyone just a little meaner than she was
before. She was always nice to my mom and me, but I could see how she
treated other people and it wasn't always positive.

My mom told me that she had spent the day with Mischell helping her around
the house since my aunt had been ordered by the doctor to lie in bed with
her legs elevated. My mom had made her food and kept her
company. Unfortunately my mom and Sam had plans to go out of town in the
morning and she was hoping I could take her place helping my aunt Saturday
and Sunday.

"What about her kids?" I asked. I knew they both lived about 3 hours away
and my school was at most half an hour, but I really didn't want to miss my
first weekend.

"You know they are too far away and really don't like her that much
anyway. No you are the best choice," my mom replied.

I knew she was right so I agreed to go.

"Try to be there by 8 sweetheart. God will bless you for this. There is
food in the fridge and Mischell said she will give you her debt card to go
shopping."

Great. Now I was going to have to do her shopping also. I felt dejected as
I said goodbye to my mom. To be there by 8 I'd have to be up by 7 to shower
and leave by 7:30. So much for a wild night of partying. I convinced Alice
to at least walk down fraternity row with me after 11 to try and scope out
how things worked. It seemed like there was a rolling party from house to
house. We were always welcomed by the guys no doubt looking for some casual
sex. Alice had a few beers but seemed intent on not hooking up. I was
prepared to hook up, but now really didn't have time. I did latch on to one
hunky guy. He was gorgeous and he knew how to dance. Had I been staying out
all night I would have gladly spent the night in his room. Unfortunately I
had set 1am as my limit. We had been dancing with his arms wrapped around
me from behind and a very noticeable bulge pressing against my ass for
about ten minutes when I realized what time it was. I told him I had to go
and he gave me the "you've got to be joking right" look.

I told him unfortunately I had to visit my sick aunt (boy did that sound
like a line) and asked if they were throwing another party next week. He
responded by taking my hand and rubbing it against his crotch.

"Baby, I know you want this. You can't tell me you don't."

I did want it. My gyrations against his pelvis on the dance floor left
little doubt about that. But I really did have to go. I tried to explain
that to him even offering him a date on Sunday night.

"I'll tell you what," she countered. "Come upstairs with me and suck me
off. It's too late for me to hook up with somebody else tonight and you
can't leave me this hard. This is a small campus if you get the reputation
of a cock tease. Come upstairs and after you blow me if you still want to
go, that's cool or if you want to stay and party, I'll make sure you go
home happy."

His tone was starting to become more authoritative, just the kind of
attitude that always turned my knees to jelly. Damn my aunt. He continued
to rub my hand against the front of his pants. I could feel my will to
resist melting. I looked around for Alice. She was dancing with some other
boy who had his arms wrapped around her. She looked to be in good hands and
in my hands was apparently a well apportioned cock. I nodded my acceptance
of his plan and was quickly guided upstairs.

All the way to the room I was trying to decide what my plan of attack was
going to be. One of my college goals was to be more assertive myself and
not allow anybody to take advantage of me. I wanted to fuck this beautiful
man, but I wanted it to be on my terms. But try as I did to convince myself
of that, his assertive tone left little doubt that I would soon be allowing
him to do whatever he wanted. I walked in front of him up the stairs. He
guided me by putting pressure on my ass. His hand felt great, but I felt
like a prisoner being escorted to the electric chair.

The fraternity house was one of the original dorms which had been turned
over by the university and renovated by the group to fit their needs. As a
result, boys being boys, they had decided to dedicate five rooms on the
third floor as fuck rooms. The third floor had a community room and five
original small single occupant rooms. Since the fraternity didn't need the
space for members, on party nights one of the brothers could "check out"
one of the rooms to have a private place for sex. The furnishings were
spartan. There was a bed with a full size mattress. At least it was a
little bigger than the typical twin size beds in the dorms. There was a
night table with a lamp next to the bed. As I discovered, in the table's
sliding drawer there was an ample supply of condoms and a jar of
lube. There was also a door hanger which said 'Do Not Disturb' on one side
and 'Come On In' on the other. I watched as my new found partner took the
door hanger and walked back to the door. I couldn't tell which side was
facing out when he hung it on the outside of the door and then returned to
the bed. I was sitting on the edge of the mattress when he returned. He
stood in front of me. The bulge in his pants was perfectly at mouth height.

"So what's it going to be Brooke? Are you sticking with your aunt story or
do you want to get fucked?"

His tone left no doubt which he expected. I watched as he unzipped his
pants before I could respond. His very thick cock sprang from his pants. It
wasn't fully hard yet and I had no doubts it would satisfy my week old
cravings. His balls were hanging low below his cock apparently full of his
juicy seed. I gave his nuts a little squeeze and took him in my mouth. He
apparently approved.

"Damn girl," he panted. "You can sure suck cock."

Well, yes, I did know how to orally please a man. I continued to tickle is
balls with my right hand while I bobbed my head down the length of his
shaft. With my left hand I was trying to get my blouse unbuttoned. I wanted
to be naked and sitting on this wonderful cock. I was mewing like a kitten
with a saucer of fresh milk. From the sounds he was making, I could tell he
was enjoying my treatment as well, although I certainly didn't want him
cumming yet. I had to have him inside of me. I pulled my mouth off his dick
and told him I wanted to get fucked. He responded by mocking me about my
aunt. I told him to fuck me but before I could stand up to remove the rest
of my clothes, he grabbed my head and pushed his cock back in my
mouth. This time he wasn't satisfied to let me do the work. He grabbed my
head and started fucking my face. Over and over he pistoned his cock into
my mouth. I had to suppress my gag reflex as his cock hit the back of my
throat. I was struggling to stand and get back in charge of the situation,
but he was stronger than me and had a leverage advantage. My struggling
only seemed to increase his desire and soon I felt the first hot salty
spurts of his jizz filling my mouth.

My pussy was on fire from his treatment of me, although I could never let
him know that. After he finished cumming he tucked his cock back in his
pants, laughed, told me that was what I got for being a tease and walked
out. I had a little dribble of his cum on my lips so I pushed it back into
my mouth with my finger and quickly buttoned up my blouse. Once again I was
horny as hell. I thought about returning to the party and grabbing the
first single guy I saw, but in a rare moment of clarity, I decided the best
course of action was to make a hasty retreat back to my dorm.

I got back to my room much later than I had intended and still sexually
frustrated. I'd only get a few hours of sleep before I'd have to get up and
head over to my aunt's house. Alice still wasn't home. I wondered if she
had found herself in one of the third floor rooms too. I wanted to believe
she was getting the fucking I needed but didn't get. At least with her not
home I could break out my dildo collection. I got up on my hands and knees
and did myself doggie style pretending my earlier partner had not blasted
off in my mouth before fucking me. I had a quick, somewhat satisfying
orgasm and had just enough energy to hide my toys before falling asleep. My
buzzing alarm clock signaled that 7am had come way too early. I didn't want
to get out of bed. Alice had returned sometime in the night but I had no
clue what time. I dragged myself down to the shower and then dressed in
jeans and a t-shirt to head over to my aunt's.

During the drive I replayed the events from the night before in my mind
wondering what I could have done different to get a better result. I
decided that maybe frat parties were not the best place to meet the kind of
guy I wanted. By the time I reached my aunt's I had used revisionist
history to convince myself that the night before had actually gone
according to my plan.

When I pulled into my aunt's driveway I called her on the cell phone. She
answered and said she was still upstairs in bed. She told me the code to
her remote garage door opener so I could get in the house. I found my aunt
lying in her bed. She was wearing a nightie and looked like she had just
woken up.

"Hi Brooke," she greeted me. "Thanks so much for doing this. I hate to be a
bother."

"It's no bother," I lied.

"My dang doctor wants me to stay in bed as much as possible for two
weeks. He's given me some stupid stretching exercises to do that I'll need
help with and unfortunately I'm going to have to send you to the store for
some supplies."

"Don't give it another thought," I declared hoping to convince her I was
happy to be there. "What happened?"

"Oh, something stupid really. I was playing around and I fell out of a
swing."

"Out of a swing?"

"Yeah, dumb luck really. I just landed wrong and it knocked my spine out of
alignment. My chiropractor was able to adjust me, but I've got some
swelling between the vertebrae. My doctor wanted me to be in traction to
keep weight off of it, but my chiro thinks bed rest should be enough. I
hope he is right."

I wondered how she managed to fall of a swing or why she was even on a
swing in the first place, but I decided not to press the issue. She told me
there was a grocery list on the kitchen table and that her debit card was
sitting next to it. If I could go grocery shopping that would be very
helpful. I told her sure and went downstairs.

The list was pretty simple. Mostly TV dinners so she didn't have to cook
for a few weeks plus some fruit and a few personal items. There were two
bottles of wine on the list but I couldn't get those. There was also 8
D-sized batteries and 16-AA sized batteries listed. My shopping in hand, I
headed back to her house.

I put all the frozen food into the freezer and put away everything else as
best I could. I went back upstairs to tell my aunt that task was done and
to see what else she needed. She was watching the news when I arrived. She
asked if I had any problems and I told her no, unless I put something where
it didn't belong.

"I'm sure I will find everything," she said. "Can you bring the batteries
up here?"

That seemed like a strange request, but one that was easily accomplished so
I went back downstairs to retrieve them. When I returned my aunt surprised
me, not shocked me mind you, by pulling out the drawer on her nightstand
and retrieving a fat vibrator.

"The damn batteries have been dead for two days. I've been going
crazy. Give me a couple of the D's will you?"

I pulled open the plastic case shrunk around the batteries. Why do
manufacturers have to make it so difficult to open their packaging? It took
me a couple of minutes, but eventually I handed her two batteries. I
watched as she slid them into the base of the large phallus.

"Give me the other two from that package. I'll leave them in the drawer,"
she said.

I did what she asked. Obviously I was no innocent lamb when it came to sex
toys, but I was still a little taken aback by her lack of embarrassment.

"Be a dear and take the other batteries into the spare bedroom next
door. That's where they will be needed. I'm also going to take a bath. If
you don't mind, in the top drawer of the dresser there is a waterproof
ducky vibrator. Switch out the batteries and bring it to me ok?"

I had not been shocked that my aunt kept a vibrator next to her bed. I was
a little shocked that she had just asked me to retrieve a different one and
bring it to her. I nodded in agreement not knowing what else to do. She
threw back the covers and swung her legs over the head of the bed. I took
her arm and helped her to stand up. I could tell she was grimacing in pain
as she put more weight on her spine. I helped her to the bathroom and
turned on the water.

"I'll be right back," I told her a sprinted to the other bedroom. Even
though I was pissed at being there, I hated to see her in pain and wanted
to relieve her suffering. If a hot bath and a little masturbation would
help her, I was all for it.


I found the spare bedroom she was talking about. I'd never seen the door
open before. Inside it definitely was for guests, but sleeping would be the
last item on the agenda. There was a bed, but no covers. There was a fitted
bed sheet, but also cuffs hanging from all four corners of the frame. There
was also cuffs hanging from the center and a blindfold hooked over them. I
never knew my aunt was kinky. Exploring further I found the swing she must
have fallen out of. I'd never seen a sex swing live and in person. I was
attached to the ceiling with a large spring mechanism. There were other
cuffs which would enable the person sitting in the swing to be restrained
with her legs spread wide. It looked like the height of the swing would be
a perfect mate for a good hard fucking. I wondered what other surprises my
aunt had in store.

I opened the dresser drawer looking for the waterproof ducky. I found it
along with a very nice collection of other vibrators, dildos, harnesses,
clamps and some things I didn't understand. I had to open the other drawers
and found cuffs, blindfolds, crops and more things I didn't recognize. I
grabbed the ducky. Looking at the bottom I discovered it required a small
screwdriver to access the battery compartment. Fortunately that too was
provided in the drawer. I switched out 4 AA batteries and made sure the
door was secured tightly. I then put the remaining batteries in the drawer
and pushed it closed. As I was leaving the room I turned and took one more
look around. If these walls could talk, I remember thinking. I then had to
chuckle to myself about what her partner must have felt when she fell out
of the swing and hurt herself. I knew I shouldn't laugh at her expense, but
how do you explain that to the doctor? I went back to the master bathroom
and found my aunt relaxing in the freestanding claw foot tub. I handed her
the ducky trying to look indifferent. My aunt had a washcloth resting over
her forehead and eyes. She looked very relaxed, although the tops of her
breasts were exposed over the water level and her nipples were clearly
hard. I wondered what she was thinking about.

"I found the vibrator. Is there anything else you need? I asked hoping the
answer was no. She pulled off the washcloth and smiled.

"I know this is a little weird, but it's been two days since I've had a
good orgasm. I'm going a little crazy. Give me about half an hour and then
I'll need help getting out. OK?"

A little weird? How about a lot weird. Still, I knew I'd be climbing the
walls after two days in bed without cumming so who was I to judge. I told
her I'd go downstairs for a while and be back up in half an hour. I shut
the bathroom door, but instead of walking out of the bedroom, I sat down on
the floor with my back against the common wall with the bathroom. I
couldn't hear the sound of the vibrator, but soon enough I heard the sounds
of a woman being pleasured. My mind flashed back to the first time I heard
my mom fucking herself and how my pussy absolutely flooded as I sat in the
bathroom listening through her bedroom wall. This time I had years of
experience at how my body would react and didn't waste any time putting my
fingers down my pants. Like my aunt, I too had been sexually frustrated
lately and like my aunt I enjoyed two orgasms before the half an hour was
up. I did my best to be quiet employing the hand in mouth technique I had
been practicing in the dorm. I only hope I was quiet enough to keep my aunt
from hearing me. I briefly contemplated borrowing her big mambo vibrator
from the bed stand, but I managed to resist. My fingers were pleasure
enough given the turn-on of my aunt playing with herself just a few feet
away.

I did walk out of the room about 25 minutes later. I needed to stretch my
legs and I wanted to compose myself before I went back in. Upon my return I
made sure to make enough noise to let my aunt know I was about to walk in
on her. She definitely looked more relaxed when I opened the door. I
wondered how many time she came. I came twice, but I didn't think it was
appropriate to compare notes.

"Oh Brooke, I really needed that. Thanks for getting the batteries."

"No problem auntie. Can I help you out of the tub?"

"Yes. Thank you."

I helped her steady herself and then tried to lift her as best I could. As
a result, two things happened. One, I got very wet from the bathwater and
two, my face got "inadvertently" pressed against her breasts. She didn't
mention either thing when she thanked me and asked me to help her back to
bed. I didn't question why she left her nightie on the bathroom floor. The
truth was I was still hot after my finger session and if she wanted to
parade around naked, I would be happy to watch. I helped her back to her
bed and she lay down on her stomach. I was disappointed that her marvelous
breasts had been hidden from my view, but I was happy when she asked me for
a back rub. In the state I was in I didn't want to pass up the opportunity
to touch her body.

I have not given too many back rubs before, but I must have been doing
something right because she became like putty in my hands. Her skin was
moist and warm and she began to coo as I worked my hands across her
shoulders and down her spine.

"That feels so good Brooke. Can you do me a huge favor and kneel over me to
get better leverage? Your mom gives good back rubs, but she's not very
strong. Just climb on the bed and put knee on either side of my hips."

I was rapidly become entranced by her naked body and I was all too happy to
straddle her. I was careful to keep my body weight on my knees and not her
thighs as I started messaging her back and neck more strenuously. Her
delightful moans of pleasure I'd heard when she was in the tub returned and
I figured the message was more than just therapeutic and his point. I could
feel my own pussy gushing like it had when my hand was in my pants as it
brushed against the crotch of my shorts as I worked along the length of my
aunt's back.

"I love your touch, Brook," my aunt cooed. "So much better than your
mother.

I wanted to tell her that I loved touching her, but I held back. I knew I'd
need another finger session before I left for the day, but I tried to
pretend this was strictly professional. I could feel my aunt's ass start to
move beneath me. She was obviously trying to get some contact on her
clit. At that moment I needed exactly the same thing, but I didn't know how
to bring that subject up. I decided I needed to visit the bathroom for some
personal time and climbed off the bed. I immediately noticed my aunt's ass
rise up as I did.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I announced.

"Not yet," my aunt countered along with raising her ass higher in the
air. "I know you are not so innocent as to not understand your fingers are
driving me crazy. I need you to grab the big vibrator from my nightstand."

I was in a trance as I retrieved the sexual weapon and turned it on. The
D-batteries gave it plenty of kick and I almost dropped it.

"What are you waiting for Brooke?" she demanded. "Fuck me with it!"

My aunt shook her butt again in an open invitation. I wanted to use the
vibrator all right, but I wanted it in my pussy not hers.

"I told you to fuck me," my aunt yelled. "Don't make me wait or I'll make
sure you're punished like I punish your mom."

I was taken aback by that statement and moved back by about a foot looking
at her.

"Don't be so surprised, Brooke. You know your mom is a submissive slut
don't you? I can see it in your eyes too. You prefer when somebody else
takes charge. Now fuck me!"

Her change in attitude was apparent and like the frat boy the night before,
exactly what I needed. I put the large vibrator at the entrance to her
pussy and pushed. It slid home easily with a sloshing sound.

"Ahhh, that's a good girl. Fuck your auntie. Make her cum," Mischell
commanded. I tried not to think of her as Aunt Mischell right then. She'd
just confessed to fucking my mother probably in the same way I was fucking
her. My pussy was on fire and I knew I would need satisfaction soon.

"I bet you listened to me in the bathroom didn't you?"

I nodded, but of course she couldn't see that since she was still lying on
her stomach.

"I don't have to look at you to know that, Brooke." I've been following
your development ever since your mom told me about you masturbating in the
bathroom listening to her. You've got potential. I'm going to train you to
be the perfect little love slave."

My head was spinning with lust as my aunt took control of me. She stopped
talking long enough to moan again and then cheer me on to fuck her harder.

"I wish I had not hurt my back so I could give you a proper fucking. When I
get better I'm putting you in the swing and fucking your brains out. Would
you like that?"

How could I not answer yes? Auntie Mischell was the strong sexy type I was
so attracted to. I didn't understand exactly what she meant by love slave,
but I wanted to find out.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what? Be specific," she moaned in-between thrusts of the vibrator.

"Yes..." I thought of the right words... "Yes I want you to fuck my brains
out."

Whether that was what my aunt wanted to hear or whether it was my tacit
approval to undergo "love slave training" whatever that was, she
experienced a nice juicy and very loud orgasm right after I said the
words. I doubt the pressure she was putting on her back by humping the
vibrator in my hand was good for her, but the show was definitely good for
me and the flood in my panties. My aunt convulsed for at least 40 seconds
humping my hand and screaming in ecstasy. When she finally calmed down I
pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and turned it off. As I did she rolled
onto her side and looked at me.

"That was so good, Brooke. Thank you. I needed that so bad."

I started to wonder if she was kidding about taking me as her lover. She
sounded like she was just talking dirty to get herself off. Either way I
needed some private time for myself just then.

"Auntie Mischell, I need to take care of something. Will you excuse me for
a few minutes?"

"I understand, dear. I know exactly what you need to take care of. Strip
your clothes off," she said with the authoritarian tone back in her voice.

My aunt looked at me and her eyes burned a hole in my soul. Apparently she
wasn't kidding before.

"Don't make me wait. Even in my reduced condition I could still paddle your
ass so it would hurt to sit down for a week."

I looked at her and my will to resist evaporated. Just like the night
before when I was led upstairs in the fraternity and just like so many
times with Carleen, Myra and Mr. Thompson, my self will disappeared and I
found myself willingly stripping out of my clothes with the anticipation of
being ordered to perform sexually for a lover.

This time it was my mother's best friend and she had promised to "train" me
to be a proper lover. We started immediately with me sitting on her dresser
with my legs spread wide and my fingers holding my pussy open for her
inspection. My juices were flowing out over my fingers. I was in another
world mentally. Aunt Mischell had me describe my sexual history you've
already read about and told me things about myself I'd never realized. How
my need to please could only be satisfied by a dominant lover and how I was
born to be her slave. The more I talked and the more she explained the
closer and closer I got to orgasming. She warned me not to cum or there
would be consequences. She taught me to call her mistress. She told me that
I would be spending the rest of the weekend learning how to please her and
that I would only be allowed to cum when she decided I had earned it.

My mind was gone. My fingers were flying over my clit and my eyes were
closed. She kept warning me not to cum, but I was right on the edge and
didn't think I could stop myself. I was panting in need and moaning with
desire. My mistress ordered me to stop playing with myself and to place my
hands on the top of my head. I screamed "Noooo," but reluctantly did what
she asked. She told me to look at her and I opened my eyes. She was still
lying on her side facing the dresser. She had her left leg bent exposing
her juicy pussy to me.

"Look at me Brooke. This is what you want isn't it. This pussy demands your
worship. From now on if you want to cum you will show it the proper respect
it deserves."

She continued to lay out the details of our arrangement while slowly,
tantalizingly, running her finger over her soft petals. My eyes were
focused completely on her pussy.

"From now on the first thing you will do if we are alone when we meet is
drop to your knees and kiss my foot. If we are not alone, I will hold out
my hand to steady you. That is my signal to you that you are to pay homage
to my body and call me mistress. If we are not alone and I do not hold out
my hand, then I expect you to address me as Auntie Mischell, but you will
still pay me the upmost respect at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress," I replied. Just saying the words caused my pussy to
contract.

"Very good slave. You will find I am a tough and demanding mistress, but
also fair. If you do as you are told you will be rewarded with orgasms to
numerous to count and so strong you will pass out. The opposite is also
true. If you fail to serve me well, you will be punished severely. Do you
accept those terms?"

"Yes mistress," I cooed along with a big smile.

She tossed me the vibrator.

"Turn this on and fuck yourself. I want you to fuck yourself long and
hard. Like I said I would do it myself if my back was OK, but that time
will come soon enough."

I did as she commanded. The vibrations and feeling of fullness rocked me to
my core.

"Look into my eyes slave as you do that. Remember your pussy belongs to me
now."

I moved my attention from her pussy to her face. She wasn't smiling. She
was stern like a school teacher catching a student cheating on a test.

"You will not play with yourself anymore and you will not fuck around on
campus. Only I will decide when you've been good enough to cum."

I continued to fuck myself, but my ability to hold back my climax was
nearing its end.

"You will spend the rest of today and tomorrow learning to please me. This
week I want you to decide whether the slave life is right for you. Unless I
miss my guess, you will struggle not to play with yourself or find somebody
to fuck you. That is fine. You're a slut and I know that. Your actions at
the rave and car dealer's party you told me about prove to me why you need
discipline. If you're good, I'll give you time off to be a slut. Do you
understand?"

"Yes mistress. Please mistress may I cum now?" I begged.

"I like the begging. Hold off just a little longer," she replied.

I struggled to hold back. The vibrations were so strong and my arousal was
so enflamed that I was moaning constantly and continued to beg whenever my
breath would allow.

"I'm going to let you cum soon, slut," my new mistress said. I want you to
remember this moment. Your life has changed. From now on you are slave
Brooke and are my property to do with as I please."

I continued to look at her face. I couldn't talk. All I could do is nod as
she pronounced my fate.

"I'm going to have you count down from 20. Every number will bring you
deeper into your submission to me. When you reach 0 you may cum and your
transformation will be complete. Do you understand and agree to become my
slave?"

"Yes mistress. God yes mistress," I should.

"Good. You may begin. Slowly."

I would have counted down as fast as I could, but she made me wait at least
5 seconds between each number. It was the longest minute and a half in my
life, but when I reached 0 my body exploded in the most mind numbing orgasm
of my life. I climaxed so hard I bounced my back off the wall and I
squirted juice up from my pussy. I lost all sense of connection with the
environment around me as I was consumed by pleasure. I had no idea what I
had just committed myself to and at that moment I didn't care. I was at
least a minute before I started to come back to reality. When I finally
could focus again I saw my aunt smiling ear to ear enjoying my show.

"We've only just begun, kitten," she said.

"Yes mistress," I responded with love.

*** Chapter 06 ***

The rest of the weekend Aunt Mischell, oops, Mistress Mischell tutored me
in the fine art of pleasing a woman. I thought with all my experiences with
Carleen, Betty, Myra, Sandee, Julie and Natasha I already knew what I was
doing, but I was wrong. My friends were certainly going to enjoy the change
in my abilities the next time we were together. My new mistress was serious
about not allowing me to climax until I earned it. In fact she didn't let
me cum again since the first time I fucked myself on top of her dresser. It
was maddening. Because of her injury she could not physically take charge
of me so she relied on her voice and my compliance. Every time my lusts
were too out of control she would have me hold an ice cube on my clit until
I would calm down. Needless to say I hated doing this and it did teach me
to try and hold my emotions in check. She also had me paddle myself. I had
to stare into her eyes as she ordered me to whack my ass with a ping pong
paddle. She told me that I could decide how hard to hit myself, but she
wanted to know how much pain I could take before she decided whether she
was going to keep me as her slave. Keep me? I thought I'd already accepted
that fate.

I lost track of how many orgasms I gave her that weekend. We spent hours
with her lounging in bed with me on my hands and knees between her
thighs. She told me stories of how my mother would spend hours in this same
position with my dad fucking her from behind. My mistress finally allowed
me to fuck myself with her dildo while I ate her to simulate what my mother
had felt. She continued to warn me not to cum. I struggled with that
command and at one point I had to stop, stand up and walk to the dresser to
retrieve another ice cube and calm my overheated clit.

I continued to beg to be allowed to cum but she refused. By the time she
sent me back to school I was desperate. I told her I would not be able to
control myself and was going to fuck the first boy, or girl for that
matter, I could get my hands on. She warned me that failure to obey her
orders would be grounds for serious punishment and that if I couldn't
control my urges she'd have no need for me. She also told me to be at her
house at 9pm prompt next Friday and that if she got her doctor's OK, she
would fuck me properly. I could tell there was no arguing with her. I was
stewing in my own juices during the drive back to campus. I didn't know how
I could resist touching myself or fucking somebody for a whole week.

Back in my dorm room I encountered my first challenge. My mousy roommate
had apparently enjoyed her time alone in the room and was lying on her bed
studying wearing just a pink cammy and some tiny panties. I got a wonderful
view of her tight little butt when I came through the door. Great, I
thought. Why did she pick today to give me a thrill? I put away the clothes
I had brought to my aunt's house in my tiny closet. I wasn't sure, but I
thought my toy box was in a slightly different position than when I left. I
was never going to make it through this week.

Alice asked how my aunt was doing. I had to lie to her about what happened
although I did say I'd be visiting her again next week. I made a mental
note to take a closer observation about how I left my toy box so I could
tell if she was sneaking into it while I was gone.

Sunday night I didn't sleep well. My pre-bedtime orgasm was greatly
missed. It seemed like all the girls on my floor had started dressing more
provocatively too so I was constantly reminded of what I was missing. This
was especially true of Tia. I was definitely forming a crush on her. I
tossed and turned all night. Monday and Tuesday were a little better
because I could focus on my classes and studying. By Wednesday, however,
the lust in my heart was becoming unbearable. All I could think of was it
was hump day and I needed somebody to fuck. Certainly Aunt Mischell
wouldn't find out. How could she know?

I sat at my desk trying to study, but my pussy was making it difficult. The
fact that Alice was primping for a date didn't help. I had to watch as she
got dressed and did her make-up in anticipation of a fun filled evening. I
wanted nothing more than to head down to the bathroom or go pick up a guy
at the gym or at a bar. I was squeezing my thighs together trying to
control myself, although in reality I was only successful at driving my
lusts higher. Finally it was time for Alice to leave. It was just after 8
and I figured I had 3 hours at least to control my urges before bedtime. I
managed to make it about 15 minutes.

No, I didn't just run across the hall and beg Tina to fuck me. I wanted to
and I gave it very serious consideration. No I didn't just open the window
and call out to the nearest guy to come service me. I thought about that
too. I did the right thing. I called my mistress. She mocked me, of course,
for lacking proper control of my pussy, but she also praised me for calling
her before I could fail. Then she gave me the bad news. Her back was still
giving her problems and her doctor now was insisting on traction. She
wouldn't be able to fuck me this weekend. I was crestfallen. She still
required me to be at her house, but it was for more training not partying.

I begged for permission to go fuck somebody or at least make myself cum. My
mistress' initial response was no, but my whining and promises to pleasure
her any way she wanted this weekend wore her down. However, my orgasm would
definitely be on her terms.

The first step was to open a video chat with her and my webcam. The thought
of her recording our session and sending the proof of my evil ways around
the world terrified me. But as usual, my pussy was ruling my life and even
the thought of everyone on campus seeing me at that moment would not change
the fact that I craved satisfaction and needed to cum. Mistress Mischell
promised the video was just for her which made me feel a little
better. Then she added, "Well and maybe your mom should see it." That
caused me to pause for at least 5 seconds. But by that point my lusts could
not be held back any longer.

For the next hour my mistress had me tease myself into a higher plane of
passion than I thought possible. She had me sit in front of my desk with my
legs resting on the corners and my pussy spread wide open for her Internet
transmitted gaze. She had me confess my lusts and desires for her, my
roommate, the frat boy and our dorm neighbors. She had me pull more ice out
of the freezer section of our tiny dorm frig and ice my nipples. She didn't
tell me to do so, but I iced my clit too. There was no way I could keep
from cumming if I had not chilled the fire down below.

After an hour of that she had me once again paddle my own ass. She had me
confess that I was a "hot pussied slut" and that I had an "out of control
cunt." I hated using the 'C' word. I still do. But that was her order and I
did it. After my ass was burning up, she had me put binder clips on my
nipples and then my earlobes. Finally she had me turn one of my vibrators
on low, slide it into my dripping pussy and then sit back in my desk chair
with my hands trapped under my ass so I couldn't touch myself.

I couldn't see her. She didn't see fit to share a video feed back to
me. All I could do was stare at the camera and imagine what was happening
at the other end. I didn't even know if she was alone. For all I knew, my
mother was between her legs at that very minute and my dad was fucking
her. Finally two hours after we began, I got my reward and a glorious
orgasm. Of course it wasn't as simple as her giving me the command to fuck
myself with the tormenting vibrator in my pussy. Nope, we couldn't do
that. I had to move my laptop so the camera would see Alice's bed. I then
had to get my biggest vibrator, a blindfold and a pair of her soiled
panties from her hamper.

This is how I was finally allowed to cum. I was naked, blindfold and
sniffing my roommate's panties while I knelt doggie style on her bed and
fucked myself from behind. My mistress still had me hold out as long as I
could until I was dripping with desire and moaning uncontrollably. The last
vision through my mind before I exploded was my innocent roommate walking
through the door and finding me this way. She would be innocent no more. I
also hoped she had an extra set of clean bedding because this set was going
to smell like pussy.

By the time I finished coming, Mistress Mischell had closed the link
between our computers. I lay on Alice's bed trying to recover. If she came
through the door at that moment, she'd never have understood. Fortunately I
was able to recover enough to put away my toys and wander down to the
shower. I fingered myself again in the shower. I didn't have permission,
but I didn't care. I was more alive than I ever felt. By the time I
returned Alice was back in the room. I'd straightened her bed and tossed
her panties back in the hamper, but I had not changed her bedding. If she
recognized the smell of womanly pleasure she didn't tell me, but all night
I dreamed of marking my territory with my animal scent. Well that and
introducing my mistress to my roommate.

Thursday went by smoothly, although my hornies were starting to return. At
least my lust was manageable and thinking about seeing Aunt Mischell again
the next day kept my hand out of my pants and my mouth out of some guy's
crotch. I told Alice I would be visiting my aunt again Friday and Saturday
and left after my classes were done. Friday night, after greeting her as
ordered on my knees and kissing her feet, was spent in pussy eating
training as my mistress called it. She didn't punish me; she just kept me
eating her pussy until she couldn't cum any more. Once again I was on
fire. I needed to get off, but she wouldn't let me. She was showing me in
no uncertain terms who was in charge and I loved her for it. I knew I could
end this game any time I wanted to, but I didn't want to do that. I wanted
to learn other more exciting lessons from my aunt.

Saturday morning she had me dress up as her maid. I wore a skimpy little
costume. It was made out of cheap plastic and I felt cheap in it. At least
she could have sprung for a better made outfit to humiliate me in. Aunt
Mischell was more mobile as her back injury was healing well, but she was
still under strict orders not to strain herself and to continue to lie down
as often as possible. What this meant to me was as I was working around the
house giving it the kind of cleaning you would expect when you get your car
detailed, my mistress was staying in bed resting. Resting and
masturbating. She had a high pitched bell and whenever the mood struck her,
which was often, she would ring the bell. That started a 20 second
countdown for me to plaster my face into her oozing pussy. When I was
cleaning upstairs, that was plenty of time. From the main floor, it was a
challenge to sprint up the stairs in my high heels. Failure to appear in
time was a punishable offense I was warned. Fortunately I made it back each
time, although once I did take a full 19 seconds as I had to hustle from
the far end of the main floor back to the bedroom.

I repeatedly begged for my own sexual release. Aunt Mischell told me I had
been pleasing her and would receive her pleasure before the afternoon was
through. Of course since the definition of afternoon was somewhat vague, I
figured I had between 15 minutes and 5 hours of denial yet to go. Still it
was something to look forward to, which my pussy was actively doing. The
cheap plastic maid's outfit I was wearing also had cheap plastic panties
with it. The heat and moisture from my pussy had it sticking like glue to
my sensitive bits. My nipples were also rubbing on the inside of the top
and my mind was focused on the only thing that mattered right then... sex
and the next ring of the bell.

Finally the entire house from the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms to the
main floor living areas and den to the unfinished lower basement was
clean. I was exhausted, horny and sprinting back upstairs like a Pavlovian
dog responding to my aunt's bell. Like in the famous experiment, I was
salivating at the thought of putting my mouth back to work, although I
doubt Dr. Pavlov's dogs had a leaky pussy. I was surprised to find my aunt
out of bed when I reached the bedroom. I was also pleased to see that she
was holding one of her strap-ons. I thought she would deprive me of that
pleasure this weekend, but seeing her hold her weapon of pussy destruction
make my knees weak.

She was also holding a cell phone which she promptly used to take a picture
of me after I was told to pose slutty. I watched as she clicked a quick
message and then hit send. I had no idea where the picture of me in the
tiny, trashy costume went. Aunt Mischell then led me to the guest bedroom,
her playroom she called it, and had me pick out the type of restraints I
wanted to wear and the type of paddle I wanted used on my ass for not
making it upstairs in less than 20 seconds. I protested than I made it each
time, but my mistress informed me that I didn't even bother to show up
twice. I began to protest again when it hit me. She was talking about when
I was cleaning the basement. Obviously I had been set up. Well if it wasn't
this excuse I'm sure she would find another one to give me a paddling. I
picked my poison and we headed downstairs to the living room.

Once there she had me peel off the plastic panties. It felt so good to be
free of the worthless garment. My mistress then had me spread my pussy lips
for another picture showing how juicy and inviting my arousal had
become. Again she sent the message off to the world. She then had me attach
a three foot spreader bar between my ankles and clipped my wrists behind my
back with the aid of two leather cuffs. I heard the buzz of an incoming
text message on Mischell's phone and saw her smile.

"I have a surprise gift for you, Brooke," she began. "I have a neighbor
lady who is going through a bit of a tough time. I sent her your picture
and she wants to meet you. She'll be here momentarily. I expect you to
treat her with the upmost respect like you treat me."

Upmost respect, I thought. I suppose than mean bowing down to kiss her
feet. Before I could give it much though, the doorbell rang. Mischell
pointed to the door and I hopped over to answer it. The task was greatly
complicated by the spreader bar. I basically had to jump to move forward
and then had to spin around to grab the knob with my cuffed hands. Could
this simple task be any more difficult? Finally after turning the knob, I
had to hop twice to get out of the way of the door and then contort myself
to face our guest. It turns out she was a young woman not many years older
than myself. She was thin with curly hair and dark eyes. She had small
breasts, about a B cup and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra based on
the hard nipples poking against her shirt. I paused slightly after looking
at her. Nobody had said a word. I looked to Aunt Mischell for guidance and
she nodded. I immediately dropped to my knees and then tried in vain to
balance myself without my hands so I could kiss her left foot. I could
sense the woman staring at me from above. Apparently having a nearly naked
co-ed bound at your feet wasn't her normal scene.

"You we're not kidding Mischell. She really is your slave," the woman said.

"Of course I wasn't kidding, Leah. With my guidance you too can have
someone groveling at your feet ready to serve you," my aunt responded.

After I was done introducing myself to Leah's feet, I rolled over and with
some effort stood up. Leah was watching me with great interest the entire
time. Although nothing had been said, I was sure I would soon be pleasuring
this alluring stranger. Mistress Mischell was the first to speak.

"Brooke, this is Leah. Leah this is Slave Brooke."

I would have shaken her hand if my hands were not occupied behind my back.

"It's nice to meet you Leah," I forced passed my lips.

"It is nice to meet you Brooke," she said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Leah, why don't you strip down, sit next to me and we'll get started," my
aunt said.

I didn't have to do much detective work to figure out what "get started"
meant. At least a change of pussy would be nice for my tongue. Once Lean
was naked and sitting on the couch next to my mistress, I crawled between
her legs. She was already wet, no surprise there, and was very sweet
tasting. She must have washed recently in anticipation of my service. My
mistress began to fill me in on her story.

"Leah lives next door. She's only been married for six months, but that is
ending. It turns out the poor thing has a highly advanced sex drive."

I heard Leah giggle. "You mean I'm a nymphomaniac."

"Leah has a very healthy sex drive," Auntie Mischell continued. As such she
had certain needs which were not being fulfilled by her husband and was
forced to take steps to rectify the situation."

I wondered why my mistress just didn't come out and say she cheated on him.

"As you can imagine, her husband didn't take to kindly to finding out,
especially to finding out that she'd developed an affection for pussy. I
take the blame for that. She came to me crying for advice and I took
advantage of her."

"I'm not crying over spilled milk. He's a jerk and I'm better off without
him," Leah countered.

"Be that as it may, her divorce is going to leave her broke. Apparently
having a needy pussy doesn't count for much in a court in this state so
he's getting off light in the settlement. I told her the best remedy for an
unfulfilled pussy is to get yourself a slave willing to do anything you
want."

I wondered if my aunt was speaking about me. Was she trading me to Leah?

"Of course she didn't believe me that people would willingly submit to
someone and provide for their needs. That is where you come in."

Here it comes. I'm the player to be named later.

"I told Leah I'd train her to be a good dominant and you're going to
help. This will also help with your submissive training. By the time her
divorce is final and she has to move, we're going to find her a sugar daddy
or maybe a sugar mommy who will be willing to support her financially as
well as sexually."

"That sounds like a wonderful plan mistress," I replied. I tried to sound
genuine although I wasn't too thrilled with the idea.

For the rest of the afternoon and late into the night, my mistress taught
class on how to be a good submissive to me and a good dominant to
Leah. Finally I received the good fucking Aunt Mischell had promised me as
Leah pounded me up the ass while I ate out my mistress. Leah spanked my ass
while she pummeled it and I screamed in joy into Mischell's juicy
slit. Mischell casually told Leah that my dad fucked my mom the same way on
many occasions and that I got my need for submission from her. Leah seemed
to be taking everything in stride. That day she joyfully spanked me,
learned ways to tightly bind me, learned how to punish my tits and nipples,
learned how to tease me until I begged her to let me cum and even peed a
little into my mouth when I was eating her. The first time it happened I
was shocked and she apologized. The second time she giggled and I knew it
was on purpose. She didn't apologize that time. She was learning her
lessons quickly and knew a dominant doesn't make excuses to her slave.

But all good things have to come to an end. Leah finally let me cum. It was
an explosive orgasm which had been building all afternoon. She seemed very
pleased with herself. Mischell offered that denying a slave an orgasm makes
them very compliant and in the end the climax is better. Lean nodded in
understanding while I pictured myself teasing her and not letter her
cum. If she is the nympho she claims, and nothing I'd seen contradicted
that assessment, I could have a lot of fun making her squirm.

Mischell had me tidy up the rooms we have played in before she chained me
to the guest bed for the night. I slept well even though I couldn't
move. Morning found my Aunt Mischell sitting on my face to wake me up. I
struggled as she smothered me rubbing her pussy all over my face while I
tried to catch a breath whenever I could. When she finally rocked forward
on her knees I figured she was going to let me pleasure her, but instead,
she let go a thick stream of urine. While Lean had dribbled a couple of
time, Mischell sprayed me like a sprinkler. As soon as I realized what she
was doing I shut my eyes and mouth tight, but that didn't lessen the
feelings of disgust I felt as her spray blasted against my face and ran
down my neck and shoulders. It definitely wasn't a turn on.

After she was done she rubbed her butt across my face once again. I was
thankful she had not ordered me to lick her pussy at that moment. Instead
she got up without saying a word and walked out of the room. I was left to
lie covered in her pee as I heard her turn on the shower. About 15 minutes
later she returned and unlocked my bindings.

"Go ahead and grab a shower. You can then start the laundry and make
breakfast."

The rest of the morning was sex free. Aunt Mischell, at my urging, told me
more about my mom's submissive past and Leah's dominant future. At noon she
sent me back to college. Again she told me not to masturbate or fuck
anybody.  I definitely felt I had learned a lot this weekend but I still
didn't see how I would make it through an entire week without sex. As it
turned out, I didn't have to.

As I was walking back to the dorm after my last class on Wednesday, a car
pulled up next to me. I was surprised to see Auntie Mischell behind the
wheel. She parked, got out and gave me a big hug.

"I see your back is doing better," I commented.

"Yes it is. Are you ready for the fucking I promised you?" she replied.

I didn't appreciate that she asked that question in public without as much
as a whisper. I don't know if any of the nearby students heard her, but I
blushed.

"Why don't you drive us around campus and show me the school?" Mischell
asked, although I knew it wasn't really a question.

So that is how I found myself driving my aunt around campus. But true to
her being herself, it wasn't just a drive. She was doing her best to both
shock and arouse me. The first thing she did was pull her fat breasts out
of her white blouse. She leaned up against the door looking at me as she
cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples. I couldn't see her eyes as
they were hidden behind her dark wraparound sunglasses but I'm sure they
were as piercing to my soul as ever. My aunt made no effort to hide what
she was doing. Although her back was angled to the window, I knew many of
the pedestrians we passed got a clear view. She had told me she used her
breasts to seduce men and now I knew she was using them to seduce me. I
wanted nothing more than to bury my face in her boob flesh and get lost. I
knew she could tell I was getting hot and bothered by her display. She then
upped the ante by pulling up her skirt and flashing me her panty less
pussy. I almost drove off the road. I knew people outside the car couldn't
see that, but I could. I had to fight to keep from watching as she began to
frig her pussy. She kept taunting me about how she missed my tongue and how
she hoped my roommate wouldn't be home so she could fuck me. I was on
fire. Alice was usually studying in the afternoon and I prayed she would be
doing that at the library today. If she was in the dorm room I was going to
have to find someplace else for our rendezvous.

My mistress was kind enough to put her boobs away by the time we reached my
dorm's parking lot. She grabbed a bag from the trunk of her car and we
headed inside. As we passed a parade of young female flesh on the way to my
room, my aunt proclaimed that she should visit more often. She said this
was a prime hunting ground and perhaps she should train me in the art of
seducing straight girls to a deviant lifestyle. I have to admit that
sounded better than the slave training she had been giving me. I thought
she was going to start drooling when we bumped into Tia as she was coming
out of the bathroom. My Aunt Mischell really turned on the charm as I
introduced her and I started to get a little jealous. I wanted into Tia
pants and I could see that my aunt had the same desire.  I was hoping my
aunt wasn't Tia's type. She was older and less in shape than I pictured
Tia's partners to be, but I also knew my aunt was very persuasive. I was
relieved when Tia said she had to get to a class and left. Now hopefully
Alice wasn't in the room and we'd be in business. Of course, that would
have been too easy. Alice was home and was studying. I introduced her to my
aunt who I'd been helping the last couple of weekends. After some idle chit
chat, Mischell got down to business.

"Alice, if you don't mind, can you go out for about half an hour or 40
minutes?"

"What?"

"I'm not good at beating around the bush. Brooke has spent the last two
weekends eating my pussy and I promised her a good hard fuck as soon as my
back allowed and that's why I'm here. I'm feeling good and I owe her a
sound pounding. I don't mind if you stay to watch," my aunt continued while
unzipping the bag and pulling out a thick black strap-on. "But Brooke told
me you're pretty innocent so if you want to leave that is cool too."

Alice didn't say a word. She slammed her book shut and tossed it into her
book bag. With a huff, she was out of the room.

"Aunt Mischell, I wish you had not said that," I told her. She held out her
arm and pointed down while sliding her foot forward. I'd almost forgotten
rule number on.

I repeated myself after I paid homage to her foot. I told her I had to live
with Alice and that I was planning on seducing her if she had not just
ruined my chances. Aunt Mischell told me not to worry as she could have
Alice licking my pussy any time I wanted.

"Strip for your fucking. I need to get home to meet Leah."

Strip I did. I then helped attach her strap-on to a harness around her hips
and then as directed I lay back on Alice's bed. My mistress had promised me
a good fucking and that is exactly what she gave me. Over and over she
drove me to the edge of release only to slow down and bring me back from
the brink of orgasm. I could hear the giggles and laughs of the girls on my
floor as they stood around the door listening to me beg for my Mistress'
cock. If I had more of my senses working right then I would have been
worried about how I was affecting my reputation in the dorm. But at that
moment the only thing that mattered was Mistress' cock pounding in and out
of my dripping pussy and her bouncing breasts slapping into my face.

The crowd in the hallway continued to grow as I begged over and over for
her to allow me to cum. Although I couldn't see them, Tia and Marcy were in
their room standing behind the group. Tia was busy squeezing Marcy's ass
possessively. Aunt Mischell repositioned me on my knees with my ass high in
the air. My face was buried into Alice's pillow as she continued to pummel
me. Finally when I felt I was almost to the point of passing out, Aunt
Mischell told me to cum. I howled in pleasure and heard a cheer from
outside the door.

I felt my aunt stop. I was unable to move. I was worn out and still
quivering in climax. I sensed she was hooking the dildo from the harness. I
wondered what was coming next. The dildo was still lodged deep in my pussy
as my aunt told me to be back at her house Friday night. I didn't
answer. She knew I'd be there. I heard the door open as she walked
out. There was an audible gasp as the crowd saw my upturned ass still
penetrated by the dildo. I heard somebody say, "What a slut," but I didn't
recognize who ventured that opinion.

I rolled off the bed and struggled to the door and shut it. I collapsed
naked on my bed. I didn't know how I was going to explain this to Alice let
alone the girls on the floor. I quickly fell asleep awakening about 2 hours
later when Alice returned. I tried to talk to her about what happened but
she didn't want to hear it. She told me my personal life was just that and
she didn't want to know any of the details. I agreed, but secretly I was
disappointed that my opportunity to get in her pants was lost.

Of course that didn't mean my pussy was going to be neglected. Over the
next month I visited Mistress Mischell every weekend. The story was always
the same. I'd strip naked for her on my arrival and spend the weekend
serving her and her friends. She taught me more ways to please a woman and
although I had to earn them, my own orgasms were plentiful. She would
always find an excuse to punish me and my body began to crave the touch of
her crop or the slap of her palm. During the week I would struggle not to
masturbate except when she directed me to do it in the library or on
Alice's pillow. Surprisingly nobody ever mentioned our performance a few
weeks ago, although I could tell most of the girls were avoiding me.

One week Aunt Mischell told me she was going on vacation. She and Leah were
taking a cruise to celebrate Leah's divorce. As a result, I was on my own
to 2 weekends. Mistress Mischell said I'd earned a little freedom so I
should have fun. I would have preferred to go on the cruise with them. My
dreams that night were of being confined to a little interior stateroom
where I was forced to service anybody my mistress found onboard for me. I'd
never have to leave the room as I'd have a bathroom and room service. I
masturbated in my bed thinking about how relaxing a "vacation" like that
would be. I didn't care that Alice could hear me. I fingered myself to a
juicy and satisfying climax.

Thursday I tried to decide where to get a new partner for the
weekend. There were always parties with plenty of potential mates. But the
campus was easy pickings. But since I had not seen Carleen or Myra in
months, I decided to call both. I got Myra's voicemail, but Betty,
Carleen's mom picked up their house phone. I had not thought of the sexual
rave she had invited me too or how surprised I was at how much of a slut
she was since I'd been seeing my aunt. But when she said there was another
party that Friday, I got wet. I asked if it was another rave and she said
no.

"This party is a bit different. I love serving the girls, but this one is
about the moms," she said.

"How so?" I asked.

"One of the other women who were at the rave is hosting. There will be
maybe 8-10 women about my age. They have to have a teenage daughter. That
is the requirement. Instead of us serving the girls like at the rave, at
this party, the girls will serve the moms. Do you want to come?"

I had been hoping for a weekend of "freedom" but the thought of having a
group of women to serve was exciting. "Of course I'd like to come," I told
her. She said I should expect a full weekend as the girls usually went home
with one of the moms for more fun on Saturday. It was sounding more and
more like a weekend with Mistress Mischell. That night I had to masturbate
again. In the morning I told Alice I was going to a party that night and
not to expect me back. I invited her to join me, but she declined. I can't
say that I was surprised.

Betty had told me not to bother dressing up and the hostess would have
clothes for me. I just wore a sweatshirt and jeans as I drove over to Betty
and Carleen's place. I didn't bother with underwear or to bring night
clothes. As usual, my pussy was wet. I was surprised that Betty was dressed
very formally when she swung back the door. I figured she'd be dressed in
her slutty club clothes. She told me not to worry and we headed out to her
friend Christina's house. Betty explained the group got together about once
a month at somebody's house. They would compete for the services of one of
the young girls. I would be expected to follow directions much like the
"hens" do at the rave parties. I asked her what hen meant in this
context. She told me that they joking call themselves "mother hens" because
they disliked the term "cougars" although that was probably more
accurate. So when they were hosting it is a "hen party" and when the girls
have a rave, well, that's just a rave. We arrived at a large house set on
at least 5 acres. Christina was definitely well off. I was warmly welcomed
to the party and the host, a 40ish blonde dressed equally as eloquently as
Betty, led me to the guest bedroom to change.

I was dressed in a black cocktail dress not unlike the ones Sam had bought
for me. Although it showed off my assets effectively, I wouldn't say I was
overexposed. I was perfectly comfortable. Apparently this event was going
to be a more elegant and restrained party than the rave. She told me to
wait until I was called and left the room. I was on pins and needles with
anticipation. The door opened and I thought it was time. Instead a young
redhead entered again escorted by Christina. The redhead was dressed in an
outfit matching me, although she didn't fill it out as well. Christina said
we were waiting for one more girl and then the party would start.

The redhead and I made small talk, but it was obvious she was as nervous as
I was. Finally the door opened again and I was surprised to see somebody I
knew. Natasha, one of the girls I'd had sex with at the rave, walked
in. The dressing ritual repeated itself and Christina said we were waiting
for two more of the women and then we'd get started. Natasha and I
talked. This wasn't the first time she'd attended. She said her mom was one
of the "hen club" members. I jokingly asked if her mom ever picked her? She
smirked and said no. "We've both had sex in the same room, but not
together. Ick."

The door finally opened again and Christina beckoned us to follow her. The
party was starting...