Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2017 11:09:05 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Babysitters Education 3

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Babysitter's Education Ð Chapter 03
By Tappy McWidestance


I sat cocooned in my cum soaked sheet for about 45 minutes buzzing myself
with the vibe and watching Robin's wonderful video performance. I have to
admit, I found her more arousing than Renee's video, although Renee's was
great too. I had three or four solid orgasms before my phone rang. I didn't
want to stop as masturbating was a wonderful way to spend a lazy Sunday
morning, but I figured it was probably Mistress Karter so I had better
answer. I threw back the sheet and paused the video. I kept the cuffs
clipped together. That made it a bit more challenging to raise the phone to
my ear, but I loved how they felt and if it wasn't Karter calling with a
new challenge, I intended to hurry back to the couch and the rabbit.


I wasn't exactly disappointed to see Karter's name on the caller ID. It
meant my masturbation session was likely over, but on the other hand,
hopefully she had other plans for me to serve her today. As usual, she was
direct and to the point.


"You've had enough pleasure for a while. Get your ass into the house. Don't
bother to dress and keep the cuffs on. You have two minutes."


Her voice was dripping with lust and I wished she'd given me a few more
minutes to get off again before presenting myself. As I turned off the TV,
I realized she must have been watching me. I had not considered that since
she had Renee's house wired for video surveillance, of course she had the
apartment under observation. I shuddered at the thought of having her
watching me masturbate and probably having seen me with Robin the night
before. It was a good shudder. I really wished she had given me a few more
minutes now. I hustled down the stairs. As I was streaking past the pool
toward the back door I briefly wondered if Robin or her husband had seen
me. I didn't care if they had; I just got a little thrill out of thinking
that they might have noticed me.


Safely into the kitchen, I called out for my Mistress and found her sitting
with Robert watching the Sunday news shows. He was naked with a ball gag in
his mouth. She was dressed in the same running clothes as she had worn
yesterday when she met my parents and was stroking his very erect cock.


"Come kneel in front of us and play with your nipples," she commanded me. I
instantly obeyed. Both of them lost interest in the TV as I began to toy
with my girls and almost as quickly began to moan. My arousal was not far
removed from the video and vibe session so tweaking my nipples quickly
brought me back to craving another orgasm. Robert's groans from behind the
gag indicated he was enjoying the show as well. My gaze was focused on his
cock and the hand slowly stroking it. I licked my lips in a blatant
expression of desire to suck it or better yet ride it. I loved when Renee
and Karter had used their strap-ons of the same size on me, but I was not
too far removed from having sex with men not to desire the real
thing. Especially one as well formed as Robert's.


I remember Karter having told me that sharing his cock with Renee had
basically ruined her as her service sub since she became addicted to his
manhood, so I didn't expect her to make that same mistake twice, but a girl
can dream. Certainly there would be no harm in sucking it, would there?


I'm sure you would not be surprised to find out I didn't get the pleasure
of taking Robert into my mouth. You probably would not be surprised that my
Mistress stopped stroking him long enough to put two fingers into my pussy
to verify what everybody in the room assumed. She didn't even have to say
the words. My facial expressions confirmed I was hers. She then slid her
foot forward and told me to sit on her sneaker. As I did, she began
stroking her husband again as I began rocking my pussy back and forth on
her foot.


I don't know who had the bigger struggle not to cum, Robert or me. Mistress
never told me not to orgasm, but I knew that command was assumed. She was
in complete control over both of us. I continued to pinch and twist my
nipples. I was continually moaning as I slid into subspace and drifted into
a lust coma as my arousal consumed my body. But since I had been
conditioned not to cum, I found it surprisingly easy to ride the waves of
pleasure from Mistress' foot and my own fingers without cresting too
soon. I'd like to believe Mistress was proud of me for not reaching the
point where I had to beg to climax. Then again, I knew she liked when I did
that so maybe avoiding that wasn't such a good idea. Anyway, I rode her
foot for about ten minutes, I would guess, before she ordered me to kneel
in front of Robert and to put my hands behind my head. She then told him to
stand up. I was not surprised that he sprung to his feet. I still had
dreams of taking his cock in my mouth, but I knew that wasn't her plan and
within seconds I saw the first spurt of an explosion of cum rocket from his
cock.


Although Karter continued to stroke him milking every last drop from his
balls, she also managed to aim his ejaculate to first splat on my forehead
and then four or five subsequent shots across my neck and upper chest. I
began to move my hands, less for protection and more to wipe his load off
of me, but Karter immediately scolded me and told me to hold my
position. Thus I knelt as his cum dripped from my forehead down my face and
from my upper chest over and between my breasts. To a normal girl, I
suppose being covered with a man's cum in front of his wife would be pretty
humiliating. But I was no longer a normal girl and it turned me on. I knew
his cum was right where my Mistress wanted it, so I wasn't to blame. His
sperm had a strong smell as did my pussy. Or was that Mistress' pussy. I
couldn't tell but the room was charged with sex. Mistress told me to stand
and to carefully move my hands in front of my body. She then unclipped the
cuffs and told me to spin around. I knew she meant to bind me with my hand
behind my back and I willingly let her. She the told me to lay on the floor
in front of the couch and spread my legs. As I did, she removed her right
shoe and began rubbing my pussy with her toes. I lay submissively at her
feet unsure if I would just be teased or whether I would be allowed to cum
as Robert's spray began to dry on my skin. My body felt alive no matter
what the outcome.


Robert walked away as Karter continued to toy with my pussy. I was guessing
he was going to wash up meaning I was not going to get the pleasure of
cleaning him myself. But that was the least of my concerns right then. I
began to rotate my hips trying to maximize the pleasure I could get from my
Mistress' toes. She smiled down at me as she realized what I was doing. I
guess she enjoyed seeing me desperate for the pleasure she could give
me. She kept me on simmer for about ten minutes until Robert returned. He
was holding what looked like a forceps. That worried me. He handed it to
Karter and she told me to kneel again. I really didn't like the sound of
that.


Karter held the forceps in her left hand and with her right began teasing
my left nipple. They had barely softened from when I was playing with them,
but she wanted them at full attention. When she stopped, Robert handed her
a tiny rubber band. I think it was the kind you use on braces. She pushed
the forceps through it and then spread it wide enough to snap around my
nipple causing it to pinch firmly around the base. It stung when she
released the rubber band and I knew from experience that the band would
trap the blood in my nipple keeping it hard, sensitive and arousing. I knew
it would also hurt in a good way. Although I exhaled forcefully from the
shock, I knew the process would quickly be repeated on my right
nipple. Once completed, she flicked her fingernails against both nipples as
if to check her work. Needless to say I made the noises she was
anticipating and she smiled at her handiwork.


"On Sundays during the season, we have a group of friends who have a
rotating party to watch football," Mistress Karter explained to me
next. "After the Superbowl, we switch to basketball, hockey, golf or
NASCAR. Basically whatever the primary event is that Sunday. Today is our
turn to host. We need to go food shopping."


It was a couple of hours before kickoff. I knew Mistress intended to keep
me banded at least until her guests showed up, but likely longer. My poor
nips would be in serious distress by then. I also assumed I would be
required to serve her guests, both as a maid and as a sexual side dish. Of
the two, I certainly preferred the latter.


"I have your clothes in my bedroom, but we need to go downstairs to get
your accessories first," my Mistress told me. I immediately began walking
toward the basement door. Robert's cum was beginning to crust on my skin. I
didn't mind so much on my chest because, aside from the discomfort, I
didn't think anybody would see it. But the streak running down my face was
another issue. As it dried, it looked unnatural. I wasn't worried people
would guess what it was, but then again, maybe it would be obvious.


Accessories are a funny way to describe using the BenWa balls again. My
past experience told me they would drive me insane with lust and the
thought of wearing them in a store was almost unbearable. Almost. Mistress
unclipped my wrists, handed them to me and warned me not to let them fall
out or I would be punished. As I slid them in, I prayed I would be allowed
to wear panties because I was so wet I didn't think I could prevent them
from falling. She then picked up a butt plug and told me to take the cuffs
off.


Mistress had promised to train my ass to take her faux cock, but so far,
the plugs I had used were fairly small. I would classify this one as
medium. It was bigger than I had used before, but still smaller than her
strap-on. It also had a hook on the end to make it easier to insert and
remove compared to the jeweled model I had used before. She had me bend
over and then she greased up my backside. It was a struggle as I had never
stretched that much before, but the sensation and the balls in my pussy had
my arousal in overdrive and I couldn't help but reach between my legs and
rub my clit. That was met with a swift slap on my ass indicating I had done
wrong.


"There will be time for that later," she scolded me. "Now reach back and
spread your cheeks for me."


Mistress continued to work the plug into me as I spread my ass cheeks for
her. Several times when I felt I had stretched enough and was about to
clamp down around the plug, she would pull it back out. It was
maddening. Part of me didn't want to stretch that last little bit (it did
hurt by the way) but part of me wanted to get it over as well. Finally
after five or six aborted attempts, Mistress gave the plug the last little
push and my ass snapped around the invader. Karter then pushed it in
further until just the ring hung out of my ass. She then washed the lube
off her hand. I remained bent over and spreading my cheeks since she had
not given me a new command. It was humiliating, but oh so exciting. Thirty
seconds later she told me to follow her and she led me up to the bedroom.


I suppose I made it farther than I anticipated before the balls slipped out
of my pussy and made a clanging noise on the tile floor. The glare from
Mistress' eyes told me I was in trouble as she had promised. I quickly bent
over and picked them up before hanging my head in shame. She pointed toward
her bed and told me to lay face down. I knew she was going to spank me.


"We really don't have time for this you dirty slut," she told me. Being
called a dirty slut warmed my heart. I know that is weird, but I loved when
she and Renee called me degrading names. Her spanking was quick, but
firm. I counted fifteen swats on each cheek. The wetness in my pussy
causing me to lose control of the balls was now a flash flood. I pleaded
with Mistress to let me wear at least a thong to help keep the balls inside
of me. She paused as if she was thinking. This probably was her plan all
along, but I didn't know that at the time.


"Well I do have a special new panty I just got. It's perfect for our
shopping trip."


The tone in her voice told me I was in trouble. I was still face down on
the bed, but I could see her go to the dresser and retrieve a box. "Amazon
just delivered these a couple days ago," she told me before tossing me the
box. "Put the balls back in and then put on this panty."


I read the label on the packaging. It said "Camel Toe Panties" along with
some Japanese characters I didn't understand. I'd never heard of such a
thing, but as I pulled them out of the box and took a look at them, the
name made sense. The front was a padded fabric with an embedded slit. When
worn with tight pants, it would look like the name indicated. On the plus
side, it looked like it would also trap the copious amount of juice the
shopping trip was sure to generate, but as Mistress tossed me a pair of
yoga pants, I realized they would also be obscene. It didn't take me long
to slip on the panties, adjust them to the right position and then put on
the yoga pants. Mistress then tossed me a Lycra/Spandex top. It looked like
a bicycling jersey, but it was cut short and old went half way down my
belly. At first I didn't think anything of it as I pulled it over my
head. I have worn crop tops when I run and while food shopping would not be
out of place, women do wear such things in public. Then as I was pulling it
down, it brushed my nipples.


I had been so focused on the balls, plug and camel toe panties that I'd
forgotten that my nipples were still banded. I looked in horror at Karter
as I pulled the top down as far as it would go and then looked at the
mirror. The top was tight enough that my tits would not be bouncing around,
but my nipples would be prominently displayed. Looking down it looked like
I wasn't wearing underwear and my vulva was also visible. I then turned
because I felt the yoga pants stretching strangely and realized that the
finger grip caused the pants to bulge over my asshole. I didn't say
anything, but my eyes pleaded for relief. Mistress just said, "Let's
go. We're running short on time." Then as almost an afterthought, she said,
"I almost forgot this," and tossed me a black fabric choker.


I knew better than to complain verbally. The choker really wasn't necessary
to remind me I was her sub and I guess I should be glad the pants didn't
say "Juicy" on the butt or that the top didn't have some text or graphics
to draw even more attention to my nipples. Every step moved the balls and
the stretch of the yoga pants was causing the plug to move around as
well. As I said, the top stretched tightly across my breasts, so at least
it wasn't rubbing my nipples too much. There was some stimulation going on,
but it could have been worse. They were mostly for show. To anyone who
looked, they would probably assume I had been playing with them and not
that they were banded to remain hard. In my mind, the rubber bands were not
necessary as my arousal would keep them stiff, but it was a nice detail
that Mistress had planned so I have to give her credit.


Sitting in the car, the extended ring of my butt plug caused the plug to
push deeper into my rectum. Of course it could only go so far, so to say
that was uncomfortable would be an understatement. On the plus side, it
also caused it to move around, which was a good thing. I think Mistress
also made sure to hit a few extra bumps in the road either for my benefit
or my torment. It was probably a little of both. The balls danced around
less than I anticipated, but still worked their magic. I hoped we would be
going to some little out of the way grocery store so I wouldn't be putting
on this show in front of too many people, but from Karter's perspective,
there was little fun in that. So of course, she pulled into Costco and even
though they had just opened, the lot was at least half full. Apparently
other people shop right before the game as well. Karter picked a spot a row
further than any car just to make my walk to the front door even more
exciting.


Karter's instructions were simple. She gave me a list of items that were
scattered throughout the store. Besides getting those items, I was to visit
every sample cart that was open. Hopefully there were not too many of those
this early since that meant talking to a vender. She was going to shop for
a few other things she needed, but she assured me she would keep close to
me in case there was any trouble. Other than humiliation I didn't expect
trouble, but I appreciated that she was looking out for my wellbeing.


I took a look at the list and tried to plot as efficient trek through the
store. I didn't want to be there any longer than necessary and I didn't
want to have to repeat my path. I also tried to stay close to the cart in
order to hide my camel tow and folded my arms over the car handle to try
and keep my nipples out of sight. There was no way I could hide the plug
protruding from my ass, but hopefully not too many people would be looking
at that. I expected to have more than a few male admirers and was expecting
some to try to discretely follow me around. But I didn't have a choice to
hide, so I began my journey.


At first, most of the attention I garnered was from couples and the women
were definitely mad at their men for gawking at me. I admit I did kind of
like that. If I had to put myself on display, at least my audience could
get an elbow in the ribs from their wives for looking. There were a few
vendors with sample kiosks already open. I was more embarrassed at visiting
those than just walking around because I had to interact with people. Also
because most of the vendors were women, I also had to deal with their looks
of disgust since I would have to reach out to take an item and therefore
expose my erect nipples. I made a point to try and not make small talk and
minimize my time with them, but I didn't want to go too fast as seem like a
jerk either. I tried to just act as though dressing like this was
completely normal.


As it turned out, I noticed a couple of men turning around to follow me
briefly, but the people who ogled me most were a couple of women. One was
near the vegetable cooler. Karter of course had me go into the two walk-in
coolers. I suppose they chilled my arousal briefly, but not for long and I
certainly could not blame the state of my nipples on refrigeration, even if
the other customers might. One woman, wearing a wedding ring I will add,
was openly leering at me and not in revulsion. I'd seen that look on Robin,
Renee and Karter's face. She was looking at me with lust. She was
attractive too and the feeling was mutual. I looked around for Karter
thinking I could signal her to talk to the woman. I briefly fantasized
about Karter offering my tongue to the woman in the bathroom. The woman
followed me for several minutes. She was not trying to hide what she was
doing like the men had. I kept turning around and knew she was staring at
the bulge in my pants. I was sure she knew what was causing it. And that
didn't scare her away. I thought about how it would feel to bend over and
have her pull the plug out. Alas after a few minutes she disappeared into
the crowd.


I was almost done with my list when another woman, also wearing a wedding
ring and also very attractive began following me. I wondered if like Robin
they both my admirers were trophy wives but bored. Again I looked around
for Karter because I would have been very happy to be offered to this
woman. I found myself in the back corner of the store looking for paper
plates. The area was empty except for the two of us and I slowed my pace
hoping she might make some kind of move on me. I'm not sure if I hoped she
could grab me or pinch my nipples or just talk to me. My pussy was
throbbing and I was getting dizzy with lust as I kept looking behind me to
see if she was still following me. She made no attempt to hide that she was
enjoying the show I was putting on. I also couldn't see Karter anywhere
near me. That made me nervous, but my excitement overrode any danger I
felt. After all, what could really happen at a Costco?


Finally, in the last row and culled from the herd of other shoppers, I
stopped and turned around to face her. She continued to walk toward me
confidently. She was taller than me as I was wearing gym shoes to complete
my exercise outfit look and she was in heels. I couldn't look at her. I
stared down through her cart at her feet. She didn't say anything at first
but reached out to touch the choker and then she slid her finger under my
chin and lifted my head up to look at her eyes.


"I like your outfit," she said with an authoritarian tone in her
voice. "I'm sure you would let me finger you or eat my pussy right here if
I asked, wouldn't you?"


I didn't reply, but simply nodded.


"Well I am sure your dominant is around here somewhere, so I will leave you
alone for now, but if you ever want to trade up, give me a call."


I watched as she reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. My
legs were weak as I took the card unsure of whether I should tell Mistress
Karter. The woman then walked past me and I got a look at her very tight
ass. An ass I would love to have buried my face in at that moment. I was
shaken and stood there for several minutes while I caught my breath. I
didn't even notice Mistress Karter appear beside me.


"Who was that?" she asked breaking my trance.


"Oh," I replied. "She was following me," I said deciding to tell the
truth. "I think she is a Mistress. She gave me her card and told me to call
her." I then handed the card to Karter.


She looked at it. "I know her by reputation from the BDSM community. She
has a standing of being pretty harsh with her subs. I suppose I will have
to keep you away from her."


"No, Mistress," I quickly replied. "I have no interest in her. I only want
to serve you." I think we both knew that was a lie.


Our shopping was complete and the walk to the front of the store was
uneventful except for the balls dancing in my pussy. We didn't see either
of the women who followed me and by the time we got back to the car my need
to cum was so great that I could no long hold back from begging Mistress to
give me permission. A twisted smile was her reply. Then she said, "Well you
have been a good girl this morning." I felt that was a very positive
reply. "Help me load the groceries into the car."


That wasn't quite what I wanted to hear, but I suppose that was the next
thing we had to do. It only took a couple minutes and then Mistress walked
over to the driver door. I anticipated she would let me sit down and then
would either frig me herself or have me get myself off. But inside she just
rolled down my window.


"Bend over," she told me. I did putting my head and chest just inside the
car.


"Pull you pants down," she commanded. "Pull the plug back and forth with
one hand and rub your clit with the other."


I didn't even bother to look around to see if anybody was near us. I had to
cum and if that meant being seen, so be it. I knew it wouldn't take long
and there was no way once I started I would be able to stop. So if Karter's
plan was just to tease me, I was going to earn a punishment. But it would
be so worth it. I did as she asked and my moans of pleasure began
immediately. Karter reached forward and began to pinch my nipples. "You are
such a whore walking around Costco dressed like this," she told me. "I
should have let that woman finger you in the aisle until you came, you
dirty tramp."


As I told you, I loved when she degraded me and within thirty second I was
cumming all over my fingers. As soon as I started to climax, Karter told me
to pull the plug out. The pain from stretching so quickly only added to the
pleasure I felt radiating outward from my pussy. When the plug popped out,
I felt a second wave of orgasm crash over me. It wasn't really a second
orgasm since I had not stopped cumming from the first, but reinforcement of
my climax. I ended up leaning against the car, panting, with my ass exposed
and my fingers still rubbing my clit as I tried to stop masturbating, but
couldn't. Then I heard Karter say, "Get in the car, slut, a cop just pulled
into the lot."


My mind was still a haze, but I remember opening the door and basically
falling into the seat. I dropped the plug on the floor so I could play with
my nipples while I continued to rub my clit. I figured I was safe in the
car, as I wasn't exposed in public any more. Karter continued to cheer me
on, by which I mean degrade me with every insult she could think of until I
came again. Only then could I stop masturbating and slowly come down from
my high. It was then she also confessed that there was no cop, but she had
seen several people watching me so she needed me to get into the car before
there was trouble. I think I sort of thanked her, but I couldn't be sure
because I wasn't thinking straight. She had to remind me to buckle up. She
also told me to keep my pants down and to keep rubbing my nipples. Both of
those were commands it was easy for me to complete as we headed back home
to prepare for the guests.


Mistress Karter did not allow me to cum again on the ride home, although I
certainly beseeched her for permission to do so. She told me if I were
good, I would be rewarded later. Since I figured by the time we got home we
would have less that half an hour until the guests arrived, I took her
promise to mean if I made her guests happy, I would get to cum by the end
of the game. I had never been a huge sports fan, but the prospect of
kneeling in front of people watching the game and pleasuring them did sound
interesting. Then again, maybe this group wasn't kinky like the dinner
guests last night and maybe Karter meant for me to be their maid again
without a sexual component. That was less appealing. Either way, I wouldn't
have long to wait. Mistress Karter did respond to several text messages
while we drove. I assume she was talking to her guests and maybe asking
them to delay their arrival.


I helped Mistress unload the car when we got home. Robert pitched in too as
we were running late. Besides food for the week (the items on my shopping
list) we had ready to serve platters that Karter had picked out. As a
result, it only took a couple of minutes to get ready. Karter then led me
back to the bedroom to strip me out of my clothes. That didn't take long
either and the panty, yoga pants and crop top all went immediately into the
laundry. Mistress then took a tiny scissors and carefully cut the bands
encasing my nipples. The rush of blood back into my sensitive nubs hurt,
but I knew that wouldn't last. Still, I had no doubt Mistress would dress
me in revealing clothes and that my girls would be on prominent display. It
turned out, I was only half right.


Robert complained that we only had a couple of minutes as Karter led me out
of the bedroom. I was naked. He seemed more concerned with time rather than
my nudity. She told him not to worry and I scampered behind as she led me
downstairs.


The playroom had been rearranged while we were gone. The BDSM equipment,
with the exception of the padded bench, had been moved out of the
way. There was still a table and it was covered with a tablecloth. On the
table, very neatly arranged by size, was Karter's collection of dildos and
vibes, including her strap-ons. Missing were the cuffs, paddles and
rope. Karter led me to the bench and had me lay down on my back. She then
retrieved four leather cuffs from the shut cabinet and a couple small
lengths of rope. She quickly and efficiently tied me to the bench. I had
some movement, but I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I was a confused
since these cuffs seemed to be the only BDSM gear in sight, but said
nothing. I then heard the doorbell ring heralding the arrival of the first
guests.


"Here's the scoop, my pet. The guys in these couples are basically all
cuckolds to their wives. They like watching TV together. It's their bro
time. We like fucking. As a group, we're not into BDSM with each other,
although obviously I am and one of the other wives is too. So together we
just play with each other as equals. The party rotates houses every
week. When we are here I would provide Renee's services to any of the wives
who wanted her and the other Domme provides her slave as well. Since you
have taken Renee's place, you will, well, take Renee's place. You won't be
punished as part of our game since we're that's not this group's thing. You
may be released to serve us better or we may leave you tied up. That's
about as kinky as this group gets. If anyone wants to get you off, feel
free to orgasm if you can, but don't expect that to happen. It might if you
do well getting somebody off, but we are more focused on each other. They
all know you are a sub so even though the wives are equals, you are still
subservient. Understand?"


"Yes, Mistress," I replied.


"Good. I expect you will enjoy yourself. Renee always did. We'll be down
when everybody arrives."


I watched as my Mistress went back upstairs. I was temporarily alone with
my thoughts. An all women orgy did indeed sound like a good time, although
I imagined the group would be a bit vanilla for my tastes. Still vanilla
ice cream was better than no ice cream at all, so I was content to try to
enjoy myself as much as I could. The bench I was on was comfortable and my
head was at the end so one of the wives could easily straddle my mouth. I
assumed that was the purpose of binding me in this position.


I had not heard the doorbell again when I next heard footsteps on the
stairs. I wondered if Karter had forgotten to tell me something. Instead I
was shocked when Mistress Heather appeared in my field of view. She was
laughing at my look of surprise.


"Hello Mia," she said. "Karter set you up in the store to meet me. Don't
you look delectable lying there unable to escape me. I see your nipples are
as hard as they were in the store. You're enjoying yourself aren't you?"


"Yes, mam," was all I could respond.


"Your Mistress sang your praises as a pain slut and pussy whore. I can't
test the former right now, but I intend to get acquainted with the latter."


I watched as she unzipped her skirt. I was not surprised that she didn't
wear panties. Nor was I surprised when her next move was to straddle the
bench and lower her pussy firmly onto my mouth. I was determined to do the
best job I could and get her off before the other guests arrived. Her mews
of pleasure told me I was doing a good job. I became engrossed in getting
her off and lost track of how long she had been riding my face until I
heard my Mistress break our encounter by saying, "Heather always gets first
pick. It's not fair."


"You know the rules. The superior always cums first," she replied. She then
stood up to give me a bit of a breather but then squatted back
down. "They're going to get jealous, Mia. You'd better get me off quickly."


I would have liked nothing more. That was exactly what I had been trying to
do, but my immobilized position limited what I could do to bring her
off. Fortunately Mistress Heather knew what she wanted. She began to grind
her pussy on my face and asked to be handed one of the vibes. When I heard
the powerful buzz I knew she was helping herself along and that would soon
be rewarded with an up close meeting with her juicing pussy. The other
women started cheering her on. They were chanting for her to cum. It was
different from when Renee or Karter would try to humiliate or degrade
me. They were actively rooting for her. Heather sure sounded like it was
inspiring her base on the increased volume of her moans. I felt a finger
push into my pussy, but I couldn't see who was doing it. A voice I didn't
recognize told the group I was soaking wet. That also met with approval. I
then felt a tongue begin to lap at my folds. I had not expected that so
soon. I heard Karter, now apparently kneeling near my head tell me that,
"Emily loves young girls."


I was now torn between my desire to have Heather orgasm quickly and my
desire to extend this first game so Emily would maybe make me cum. I
couldn't be so lucky though as about 30 seconds later Heather had a very
noisy and wet orgasm on my face and as she stood up, Emily stopped eating
me. At least I finally got to see her. She was a blonde cutie, probably
about Renee's age. She didn't look like the type to cuckold her husband,
but I suppose she was probably a trophy wife and had a fifty-something man
on his second or third marriage wrapped around her fingers.


Looking around the room, all the women fit the trophy wife
description. There was Janice, the other woman who followed me at Costco
and Charlotte from the office. She wasn't married, but according to Karter
she was having an affair with Robert, who was definitely cuckold so I guess
she fit in with the group. I wondered if she was submissive to Karter like
I was and her task was to fuck Robert so Karter didn't have to. That was a
weird thought, I admit. Here I was surrounded by five beautiful women, in a
highly charged sexual environment, and tied down unable to escape. The
party was about to begin.


I watched as all the women stripped. I could hear the men upstairs cheering
some play in their stupid game, but my focus was on the mouth-watering
flesh laid bare before me. Janice and Emily both took a turn sitting on my
face while Charlotte busied herself kneeling in front of Karter and eating
her out. From there it became a lesbian fuck fest. I was released from the
table and gladly joined in licking whatever pussy I could get access to for
my tongue. Sometimes that meant wiggling my body between the other women. I
got my fill of all five women's happy spots and at least three took care of
mine. At first the group seemed content with just fingers and tongues, but
after a while the vibes and dildos got a workout. Janice even gave Emily a
good ride on a strap-on, although it was smaller than the one Karter liked
to use with me.


After Janice finished with Emily, I remember watching Karter and Heather
sitting next to each other on the sofa while Emily took a dildo in each
hand and fucked them at the same time. While she was doing that, Charlotte
was laying on the floor underneath her licking her clit. Janice and I just
stood back taking the scene in and rubbing our own pussies while we
did. Eventually both Karter and Heather came from Emily's dutiful
ministrations so they pulled her up on the couch, each sitting on one side
of her, and began sucking on her nipples while Charlotte grabbed the
strap-on and took care of Emily again. She looked so cute I would have
loved to see the Mistresses give her a spanking. But unfortunately that
wasn't this group. That's not to say watching them wasn't exciting and no
longer satisfied to be just rubbing ourselves, Janice lay down on the bench
and I got on top of her in a feverous 69.


The various combinations continued until Robert rudely interrupted us. He
asked Karter if he could borrow me as the guys were horny and needed some
relief. While I had been active with the girls, I did feel like an outsider
so being the main attraction so the husbands sounded like a great plan to
me. Of course, Karter didn't agree. She angrily disengaged from the
three-way she was currently enjoying and asked her husband for his phone. I
walked over near them in case she needed me for anything. I only got to
hear her end of the call, but it was all I needed.


"Hi Renee," she began. "I know it's short notice, but your husband has you
boy today, right?" There was a brief pause. "Great. Robert and the guys
need some holes to fuck. Get your ass over here and keep them entertained
until the game is over."


She the hung up the call without waiting for an answer and tossed the phone
back to her grateful husband.


"She wants to be your fuck slut, so let her be a fuck slut for all you
guys. Don't bother us again," she warned him. He turned and went back
upstairs. Karter looked at me. "After the game I am going to take your anal
cherry." She then walked back to the orgy without saying another word.


The group continued for another hour or so before everyone was worn out
from cumming and licking pussy. There was a sweaty mass of women lying back
recovering for about ten minutes until they eventually took quick showers
and began to find their clothes from the big pile where they had been
discarded. It was only then, as the downstairs moan, groans and screams
dissipated, that I could hear the sounds of fucking from
upstairs. Apparently Renee had arrived. Back in the basement, I was the
only one who didn't get to shower. Karter said I wasn't done just yet. I
remembered her promise. I also could feel her husband's crusty cum on my
skin reminding me that I had already been six plus hours in her service
today.


Karter told me to relax while the rest of the women headed upstairs. To me
that meant lying down on the couch and quickly falling asleep. I don't know
how long I got to rest, but I know it wasn't long enough before Heather was
shaking me awake.


"Renee is putting on quite a show upstairs so the other wives will be busy
for a while," she said as if I had any choice in whatever was going to
happen.


Karter was there as well. They looked far more devious than when the wives
orgy began and I knew I was in for a kinkier second round. The first step
was for Heather to affix thick leather cuffs around my ankles and then clip
them to a spreader bar. Because of the heavy-duty nature of the cuffs, I
had the sense I might be wearing them for a while. The then used smaller
cuffs on my wrists and secured my arms behind my back. Karter seemed to be
enjoying watching another Domme prepare me for their game.


Heather then firmly grabbed my left breast and moved me to the center of
the basement. It was a challenge to walk with my legs forced wide apart,
but I managed to position myself as she wanted me without too much extra
effort. She then walked around me examining my body. I got the impression
she thought of me as prey when I saw the look in her eyes. Karter had
warned me that she liked inflicting pain, so I was anxious, but also very
excited. She started by bending me over slightly to cause my hands to move
up the small of my back before she gave me a firm swat on the ass with her
hand. Her spank was no harder than I had experienced with my Mistress, so
aside from a slight flinch at the shock, I didn't move and I didn't cry
out. She spanked me a bit harder the second time, but it was all-good as
far as I was concerned. I was perfectly content to have her warm my
backside if Mistress made good on her promise to pop my anal cherry.


Heather gave me about 10 good slaps on each butt cheek before switching to
a paddle. I had not noticed before, but the paddle had holes drilled it in
and that caused a much higher level of pain than the solid paddle Renee had
used on me before. This time on the first impact I screamed. "I do love
that sound," Heather commented. While firm, the spanking was fun and
arousing. By contrast, the paddling was not. It hurt and caused me to
cry. But that was just music to Heather. For the first time, I thought
about using my safe word, although I desperately wanted to prove to Karter
that I could withstand their punishment. I was breathing short, staccato
breaths and almost felt like I was hyperventilating and would pass out. My
stupid pussy didn't know it wasn't suppose to be enjoying this and leaking
its slut juice down my thigh. Of course, Karter noticed and used my arousal
to humiliate me in front of Heather exciting me all the more. And then she
stopped. Thankfully she stopped and I stood up, proud that I had endured
her paddling. Then Heather told me to bend backwards a few degrees. As I
did I saw her picking up a flogger. That had not been on the table before
so Karter must have retrieved it when I was focused on the paddling.


As if she needed to build my anticipation, Heather stood in front of me
slowly twirling the flogger in front of me. This particular flogger had a
series of leather straps. They looked pretty thin. I was by no means an
expert, but I had seen other ones with rope and knots tied at the ends so I
thought maybe this one wouldn't hurt as much. Her first strike stung. It
was firm and right across my breasts. My nipples, still hard, of course,
took the first impact as fire flowed from my chest to my clit. It wasn't
nearly as savage as the paddle and instead of a scream, I let out a quiet
moan and bent my knees slightly. Heather responded with her second strike
across my hips and pussy. The end of the flogger hit the outside of my
thigh, so my clit only caught a glancing blow, but it appreciated her
effort.


After that I received a series of strikes on the front of both of my
thighs, direct shots on my pussy (my favorite) across my tummy, more on my
breasts, along my upper back and toward the bottom of my ass and
thighs. Basically my entire body, except below the knees, my kidney area of
my lower back and my head were fair game. My entire body was on fire as
every nerve ending turned on and blood rushed to the impact sites. Soon I
was losing my balance as I was falling into subspace, turned on by
Heather's punishment and wishing I could finger my pussy until I
exploded. I think the two Mistresses sensed my impending trouble because
Heather stopped the flogging and Karter helped me sit on the floor. I
immediately lay down to catch my breath.


Two things happened at this point. First, Heather put down the flogger and
picked up a set of nipple clamps and she wrapped their chain around her
neck. Second, I saw Karter pick up the same butt plug I had worn to the
store. I knew my tender ass was about to get more attention, but I was too
tired to resist, not that I could have fought them off or even wanted to do
so.


Mistress Karter told me to roll over and stick my butt in the air. She
lubed me up again and thankfully the plug went in easier the second
time. She also didn't tease me this time by getting it almost in and then
pulling it out. She just slowly pushed, giving me time to dilate, until the
plug popped in and I clamped down on it. She then gave me one spank of her
own, but it was more of a love tap compared to Heather. Finally she told me
to roll over on my back again. This time I watched both Karter and Heather
attach a steel cable to the D-ring on the cuffs. The cables met at a clip
centered between my legs. Heather then popped open one of the ceiling tiles
and I saw a winch mounted to the floor joist above me. Things just got more
interesting.


Karter walked over to a control panel on the wall I had failed to noticed
before and pressed a button. Another cable began to descend from the
ceiling. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see what they had
planned. I'd never been suspended before so I was uneasy, but I trusted my
Mistress so I didn't complain. It was a strange sensation when my legs
first lifted into the air. I wasn't panicked until my ass began to lift off
the ground and I felt very exposed. I didn't know what their plan was for
me, but I didn't want to be beaten again and I wasn't sure what else I
could do in this position. When my head left the floor and my hair hung
down, I began to twist in my bindings. This was a reflex reaction and not
one indicative of me doubting my Mistress, but Heather did grab my hips and
try to steady me. Karter raised me higher and higher and my face was
against Heather's legs. My nose rubbed against her knee and then she parted
her legs so my face went between her thighs. I am sure you can guess what
level Karter stopped the winch. Parallel with Heather's pussy, I suddenly
understood what tasks I could complete in this inverted position. But the
glorious task of serving the pussies of these two dominant women was not
the only thing they envisioned for me.


Heather put her hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth against her
pussy. She didn't force me tightly against it; she just brought me within
tongue distance. I started licking her as best I could, although the
inversion made it difficult, as I had to adjust my technique and everything
seemed backwards. I didn't see Karter walk over to the toy table, but I
heard the sound of a vibrator turn on. I hoped it was for me, but I had a
feeling it was for her while she watched me pleasure her
friend. Fortunately I was pleasantly surprised. Or was it pleasantly
tormented?


I did feel the wonderful buzzing of the vibe on my clit, but only for a
couple seconds and just enough to make my body tense and force itself
harder against Heather's pussy. That's just Karter's style I remember
thinking. Then I felt the vibe placed horizontally across my pussy. In my
inverted position, my pussy made a bit of a shelf for the vibe, provided I
didn't move, a prerequisite to receiving pleasure Mistress Karter was quick
to point out.


"If you drop that vibe, you are not getting it back," she warned me.


It was maddening. The vibrations were strong enough to bring me pleasure,
so I wanted urgently to keep it in place. But it wasn't in the right place
to get me off. But I knew if I could get Heather and Karter off, they might
have mercy on me and plunge the vibe inside of me instead of forcing me to
play this balancing game.


I must have been doing well in my pussy-eating task because Heather was
rocking her hips and mewing. That caused my body to rock as well and that
worried me. I had to try to counter-balance Heather's movements to make
sure I didn't lose control of the vibe. The more excited Heather became,
the more difficult that turned out to be. Karter was rubbing my ass as
well, although that seemed to steady me more than provide another
challenge. I tried to reach backward with my cuffed hands to touch her
pussy, but I failed. Whether that was just from my inability to see her or
because she was actively avoiding my fingers I don't know. Finally Heather
reached her climax and rewarded me with a very tasty treat. I figured I was
half way to my own satisfaction. Then she pushed me away from her pussy and
I swung backwards. There was no counterbalance for that motion and I lost
control of the vibe. It rolled sideways are first and the rebounded off my
thigh and rolled forward bouncing off my breasts before hitting the
floor. I guess I should be glad it didn't hit my face, but I was also
concerned that was the end of my chance to cum.


"Oh dear," Mistress Karter sighed as if this wasn't planned all along. "Now
Heather will have to punish you again."


Even inverted I could see Heather walk over to a cabinet and pull out a
riding crop. Mistress' other guests might not care for impact play, but I
already had experienced Heather's joy at inflicting pain and I wasn't
thrilled to play that game again. As Heather walked behind me, I was only
partially comforted by Karter taking her place in front of me and feeding
me her pussy. In the old West, they called this biting the bullet. In
Karter's basement, her pussy would keep me quiet as my ass got a second
taste of Heather's wrath.


The sting of the crop was much different from the lash of the
flogger. Since the entire impact of the crop was focused on an individual
area, the snap was much more intense, but localized. Heather was obviously
experienced with this method because she never seemed to hit the same spot
twice and in the end, the result of turning on every nerve ending on my ass
and thighs was the same as from my flogging. I would have been a babbling
idiot if my mouth had not been focused on getting my Mistress off. I knew
the sooner I did that, the sooner I would be released. But try as I might,
or resisting as she could, I was unable to bring her off. Eventually Karter
backed up moving herself off my mouth. My view of her going back to the toy
cabinet was short lived as Heather took the opportunity to spin me around
so she could use the riding crop on my tits. It was an amazing sensation.


At first, Heather just lightly tapped my nipples. Arousing does not
describe the pleasure I felt, along with anxiety knowing her grace and at
giving me gratification would be short lived. I don't know if she had a
soft spot for me after all, but when she did snap the crop, she just
impacted the underside of my breasts and spared my hypersensitive nipples
from any intense pain. She also tapped my pussy leaving me begging to be
brought off. Part of me wanted to experience what a true pussy whipping
would feel like. I had read about it and watched videos of it, but I was
also very ready to be let down and I figured she could still crop my clit
if I wasn't inverted. Once it was clear Mistress wasn't ready to allow my
climax just yet, I asked if I could be lowered. She agreed that I had been
suspended long enough and Heather tossed the crop onto the couch and then
went over to the winch control and lowered me to the floor. Both Heather
and Karter then uncuffed my wrists and ankles. That surprised me and I
hoped that didn't signal the end of the session without me receiving my
orgasm. Fortunately they did have a few other plans for me.


I was told to lie down on the bench again, face up, but I wasn't
secured. As I moved into position, I saw Karter lighting two taper candles,
one of which she handed to Heather. Heather then squatted over the bench
sitting on my knees. This forced me to keep my legs together. Karter told
me to put my hands at my side. She then straddled my head and fed me her
pussy again. This time I was determined to bring her off.


I temporarily forgot about the lit candles, that is, until they warmed
enough to start dripping wax on me. This was the first time I had done wax
play. The sensation, while stinging, was very different from the impact
play Heather enjoyed so much. It did hurt, but comparatively speaking, it
was a walk in the park and I could just enjoy the sensations more than
worry about it. The two Dommes concentrated mostly on dripping wax on my
stomach and upper chest, although Karter did make sure my breasts got some
attention. I don't think she meant to wax my nipples, but a couple drops
did coat my hard points. That hurt more and reminded me of the crop. But
based on her wetness, it also excited her. Maybe she did it accidentally on
purpose.


Heather, by contrast, was careful not to wax my clit, although some of the
drops came close. She seemed to be in better control of her candle. Perhaps
she had more experience with wax play. She even managed to rub my pussy
lips with the unlit end of the candle while taunting me asking if I wanted
her to fuck me with it. I would have said yes, but my mouth was occupied. I
did try to thrust my hips forward to let her know I approved, but either
she didn't notice or she was just teasing me.


About ten minutes into the wax play, I was well coated, Karter had orgasmed
on my face and I was desperate to cum. Fortunately my Mistress had
determined that it was time for my own reward. Karter and Heather stood up
and Karter took the halfway burned candles (apparently they have a low melt
temperature and don't last very long) and put them on the table. I didn't
move from the bench, but I did look at the wax now adorning my body. They
had used different color wax, but had managed to mix it creating a unique
mosaic on my body canvas. I was surprised they didn't take a photo, but as
Karter tossed Heather the strap-on, I became focused on that
instead. Heather told me to sit up and I helped her secure the faux cock
around her hips. Without asking or being told, I began to give her a
blowjob. I figured this was a nice submissive thing to do plus even as wet
as I was, a little extra lubrication helps.


"You really do have a wonderful new slut here, Karter," she exclaimed.


"I know," my Mistress replied. "She loves to be fucked into submission so
expect a good ride."


I was told to stand and Heather took my place lying on the bench. Her cock
looked menacing standing upright. I was ecstatic when Karter ordered me to
mount her. As I knew it would, the big dildo slid in easily, although I did
have to take it slow to adjust to its girth. As before, it filled me
completely. I liked this position because I could control the angle and
depth of insertion by how I squatted over her. I may have been a relatively
new submissive, but I knew having that level of control over my penetration
was rare. I was allowed a few tentative thrusts to test our positions. Just
those simple strokes were almost enough to make me cum. I then sensed
Karter moving behind me. I turned my head to see that she was wearing the
smaller strap-on that Emily had been fucked with and was holding a bottle
of lube. I shouldn't have been shocked that she was preparing to take my
ass, but somehow the notion had not occurred to me.


"Bottom down on Heather's cock and lean forward," my Mistress
instructed. Both were pleasures to do. Heather even began to kiss me
passionately as Karter began to grease up my butthole.


"Just relax," my Mistress said. That was basically impossible, but I tried.


The strap-on she chose was narrower than the last plug I had used, but
longer. Also since I was already stuffed with Heather's cock, I didn't have
a clue how Karter was going to fit, but it was clear immediately that she
was going to pop my cherry one way or the other so I gritted my teeth and
did my best to loosen by sphincter. I guess the plug training had
accomplished its goal because she actually slid in easier than I
anticipated. Karter then grabbed me just above the hips and told me to rock
upward just a little. This gave her a better angle to push the dildo deeper
into my ass and also let me ride a bit higher on Heather. Then it was time
to fuck.


Renee had fucked me into submission with the big strap-on and Karter had
done the same. But it was nothing compared to riding Heather and having
Karter pounding my ass. Yes it was tough to set a rhythm where I was
sliding down on Heather as Karter was pulling out and then reversing the
piston action, but once we found our groove, the pleasure was like nothing
I had ever experienced and my orgasms flowed like water. I was surprised
Karter didn't order me to fight my climaxes and hold back, but I was
grateful as well. My teasing all day was released in a glorious sandwich
between these two dominant women. Heather kept a steady gaze on my eyes as
I drifted in and out of subspace and told me that, "I would learn to crave
anal sex." At that point I couldn't argue. I didn't know if Mistress was
recording this for posterity but I hoped she was preserving the event. I
actually wished Renee would come downstairs too and see how far I had come
since we first met.


My Mistress continued to pummel my virgin-no-more ass and added that, "Soon
I'd take the big cock" in my previous sacrilegious back door. Picturing
that made me cum again. I'd seen videos of women taking massive things in
their butts and imagining Karter training me to do the same left me
shuddering as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. Once again I'd
reached the state of continual orgasm where every thrust from my Mistress
made me cry out in pleasure and every slide down the big cock filled my
soul.


I have no idea how long they fucked me. My mind was far removed from
reality. I'm pretty sure Heather came again from the friction the harness
put on her pussy. At least I hope she did. I couldn't tell if Mistress got
the same pleasure from her harness, but eventually she pulled out of my
ass, gave me a spank and told me to dismount. I did so gingerly on weak
legs and promptly crumbled to the basement floor, my body still quivering
as waves of pleasure continued to course through me. I lay prone on the
floor, looking up at both women standing above me with fake cocks sticking
obscenely from their bodies. If I had the strength, I would have cleaned
off Heather's cock as I had been trained to do. I don't think I would have
cleaned off Karter's unless she ordered me to, but it was a moot point, as
I didn't have the strength to get to my knees. Both Mistresses seemed to
understand and Karter commended that I would clean up later. They left me
on the floor, removed the strap-ons and dressed. Even minutes later I
didn't feel like I could move. Finally as they were heading toward the
stairs, I crawled onto the couch ready to pass out. Mistress had a parting
comment as she flipped off the lights and headed upstairs.


"You were wonderful today, Mia. I'll give you an hour to snooze, then you
need to clean up the playroom and Robin needs you for a special task."


I think I was asleep before they made it to the top of the stairs and I was
out cold until Karter woke me again. She was smiling and holding a tiny
bikini. I was clueless as to why since if she wanted to go swimming, I
assumed she would have me be naked. She just told me to "Clean up the
playroom and the toys. Then take a quick shower because you look like a
fucked out piece of meat. Put on the bikini and come find me upstairs."


She didn't stay downstairs for questions or conversation. Her instructions
were clear enough, but I would have liked to understand the why. But then
again, the why shouldn't matter to the sub and I quickly tidied up the
playroom and washed all the toys. I would have liked to take a longer
shower and had the time to put on makeup and do my hair, but as instructed
I quickly put on the very revealing bikini and went back upstairs. Mistress
was on the phone when I found her in the kitchen. Apparently she was
talking to Robin about her request.


"Yeah, she just appeared. Give her five minutes or so. Yeah, I'm sure
she'll love it and so will you. You owe us one next time he is out of
town."


She then hung up the phone.


"What's up?" I asked innocently, knowing that something else kinky was in
the works.


"Robin's husband got home last night but was too tired to fuck as
always. She wants to get him in the mood."


"And I am part of that, how?" I asked.


"Simple. Go out to the pool. Align one of the chaise lounges to face their
master bedroom. Then just stick you fingers into the bikini bottom and have
fun. You can pop your tits out and play with your nipples if you want
too. Robin is going to make sure her husband catches you by looking out the
bedroom window. She hopes that you will turn him on."


"Can I look at their window to see if they are watching?" I replied.


"I don't see why not," was my Mistress' answer. "Maybe wait a few minutes
to make sure you don't scare him off, but if nothing else, I bet Robin will
give you a show for your efforts."


You might think that I felt like I was orgasmed out after the double
penetration I had received that afternoon. Perhaps a normal girl would not
have been excited about being ordered to masturbate so the neighbors could
watch. But you know I'm not normal and my nap rejuvenated me so putting on
show for Robin and her husband sounded like a great idea. I told Mistress
that I would be happy to help Robin and she told me I had the night off
after I was done, but to get to sleep early because we had to leave for the
office by 8am. I'd forgotten all about living here because I was interning
at Karter's law firm.  But that wasn't important right then. I hurried out
to the pool deck and arranged my chair.


Looking up at Robin's house, I figured the master bedroom was the windows
in the corner. But I didn't see anybody in any of those. Then I saw Robin
appear at a center window. She was alone, but she waved at me. I waved back
and then stuck my left hand into my bikini bottom. I didn't pull my breasts
out right away. My plan was to pretend I was really getting turned on after
her husband started watching and play with my tits later. I thought it was
a good plan and I'm sure he would enjoy it too.


The biggest problem I faced was trying not to just go crazy on my
pussy. Even though I had permission to masturbate, I knew I was supposed to
start slowly because the idea was to have Robin's husband catch me. If I
started full speed, it would seem like a setup. Going slow, though, was
going to be a challenge. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to what
might happen at the office tomorrow. I kept sneaking peeks toward the
window, just barely opening my eyes trying not to look like I was watching
them. A couple of minutes in I noticed a second person in the window. Had
Robin called her husband into the room because of what the crazy girl
living next door was doing? I didn't really care right then. My pussy was
tingling and performing for them was exciting. I closed my eyes again and
pictured myself under Karter's desk at the office. I was eating her pussy
while she made important client phone calls. She would have to put them on
hold each time I made her climax. It was a lovely fantasy.


A minute or two later I snuck another peek toward their window and I only
saw Robin's husband and the back of her head. Apparently my show was doing
its job and arousing him because she was obviously giving him head. I knew
her plan was to get him to fuck her, but I guess she had to give some to
get some. I decided this was a good time to whip out my boobs. I curled
down the bikini top to give my girls some room. As they had been for most
of the day, my nipples were hard and sensitive. I knew I would cum quickly
as soon as I started playing with my nipples and rubbing my clit. I hoped
that would inspire Robin's husband to satisfy her needs as well.


Closing my eyes again, I really went to work on satisfying my own needs. My
body had reached the point where if I was given permission to cum, it
didn't take that much stimulation for me to crest the wave. Maybe three
minutes later, I orgasmed. But I didn't stop rubbing myself.  My own
pleasure was a goal, but not my primary one. I looked back at the window
and I saw Robin watching me intently. I didn't see her husband. At first I
worried that he was sneaking into the yard to watch me. Then I realized her
head was lower than before, that she had bent over and was supporting her
arms on the windowsill. I opened my eyes further to get a better look and I
realized she was rocking forward and back. It was then I realized her
husband was fucking her from behind. I found that very exciting and you
know what that meant.


I continued to watch her get drilled without worrying about the ruse of me
keeping my eyes shut. She apparently was enjoying watching me masturbate as
well. We definitely had a unique shared moment. I came twice more before
her husband apparently busted his nut. I don't know if she came before she
spun around and dropped back to her knees. If I had to guess based on her
facial expressions, a good time was had by all. I tucked my breasts away,
although there was no real reason to do so, and headed back to my garage
apartment.


Although it was early, I was planning on taking Mistress' advice and going
to bed early. I was famished though, having realized I didn't eat all day
so I ordered a pizza for delivery. The restaurant seemed confused that I
order for delivery to the garage, but 30 minutes later a car was pulling
in. I was still wearing the tiny bikini. The driver turned out to be
another student I knew from one of my classes. He had a summer job
delivering pizzas. We were not really friends. He seemed pissed that I made
him carry the pizza up the stairs to the apartment until he saw what I was
wearing. It made me feel good that I basically rendered him speechless. I
gave him the money for the pizza, but I was feeling saucy so for a tip I
pulled my right breast out of the bikini top. He almost fell backwards down
the stairs. I smiled, as it was the perfect end to a great day.