From: Gil Hodges [oswegolakers007@hotmail.com]
Sent: 09 April 2001 18:48
To: stormbringer@bimboslutz.com
Subject: Story by KathyB

HEY, STORMBRINGER --
   I RAN ACROSS THIS STORY AND THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD ADDITION TO YOUR 
SITE -- IF YOU EVER ADD ANYTHING MORE TO YOUR SITE, THAT IS.  KEEP UP THE 
GOOD WORK
--Mark
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by Kathy B.
kathybxx@hotmail.com


Part 1

It was a Friday night and I had agreed to watch the teenage daughters
of a friend of mine. Sheila and her husband were going away and she
wanted me to stay with Tracy and Lisa. They were both home from
college, way too old for a sitter, but Sheila was worried about
leaving them for very long. Like a good friend, I agreed to leave my
family and spend the weekend with them. I fully expected to spend the
weekend watching television and reading, bored out of my mind.

We had just finished cleaning up after a nice supper and were
watching television when, out of the blue, Tracy asked if I wanted a
cup of tea. I said sure and offered to fix some for all three of us.
Both of them quickly stood up and shouted that I should stay put and
they would be happy to make it. I thought they were acting funny but
soon became engrossed in the movie and forgot the whole thing.

When the tea came, I tasted it. "Mmm... ! This tastes great! What
kind is it?" I asked, as I took a bigger sip.

The girls giggled. "Oh, some eastern blend Mom had," replied Tracy.

Within five minutes I had that cup gone and asked for another. The
girls quickly made it and I drank it too. I was starting to feel
strange, like time was slowing down, but just assumed I was tired.

The next hour or so was somewhat hazy. I noticed both girls on the
phone a lot, but really did not think it was a problem. Then they
both came in and sat down beside me.

"Ok, Mrs. Hopkins. It's time to get ready for the party," said Lisa.

"What party?"

"You remember. The party we are throwing tonight. Mom hired you to
help," said Tracy.

"She did? I thought I was baby-sitting."

Lisa giggled. "Do we look like babies? She hired you to work for us."

"I guess I must have gotten the wrong idea, but it's probably my
fault," I said. "What do I need to do?"

"Well, first you need to get into your clothes," said Tracy.

"What's wrong with what I have on?" I asked dully.

"If you are going to work for us, you have to wear the uniform Mom
got you. She insisted and you agreed when she told you about it. You
know how she likes people to think we're rich."

"All right," I said. "If I said I will, then I will." I did not
remember promising Sheila, but I must have. Knowing Sheila, it was
very possible she wanted me to wear a uniform.

Tracy led me into Sheila's bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a very
skimpy maid's uniform. It was low-cut and had a short skirt. Next to
it were black stockings, a red garter belt and high heels. It did not
look like anything Sheila would make me wear. It looked more like
something she had bought for the bedroom.

I said exactly that to Tracy, but she insisted I had seen the outfit
and agreed to take the job, so I got undressed. Lisa brought me more
tea that I drank down. By now I was so out of it I did not even
notice they had me get dressed without my bra and panties.

When I finished dressing, I looked myself over in Sheila's full
length mirror. The high heels added several inches to my 5'4" frame
and also tightened my calves and accentuated my full bottom. The
dress, a very sexy red and black mini with a plunging neckline,
pushed my ample breasts up and out. Although I have always tried to
watch my weight, I had put on some extra pounds in the last few years
and I was really too plump for this sort of outfit. There certainly
was a lot of skin showing, both at the top and at the bottom.

Tracy brushed out my shoulder length brown hair. She insisted I
needed to redo my makeup, including ruby red lip gloss. I asked why I
needed to get so dolled up but the girls just said they wanted me to
look nice. every time I asked a question they gave me more tea.

I was just finishing up when the doorbell rang. "Can you get that,
please?" asked Lisa. As I walked down the hall my boobs jiggled from
the effects of my high heels. The dress was so low cut I had a mile
of cleavage showing and as I looked down I could see part of a nipple
peeking out. I tucked it back in but it was so close to the edge of
my bodice I knew it would not take much for it to pop out again.

As I opened the door three teenage couples poured in. The guys all
hooted at my outfit as they went past. I blushed and hurried into the
kitchen where Tracy explained that I was to answer the door and keep
the beer glasses and snack tray full. For the next hour I was kept
hopping as everyone arrived. There were lots of couples, but also
several unattached guys and girls. By the time everyone was there the
house was packed. The party was wild and everyone was soon half-
drunk.

As I worked my way back and forth through the crowd the boys would
comment on my outfit and rub up against me. They would ogle my
exposed cleavage and several times they could see the edges of my
nipples before I noticed and tucked them back in. Their remarks were
usually pretty graphic, describing my body and how much of it was
exposed. I was still so befuddled it did not occur to me to protest
their crude suggestions.

Somebody spilled some beer on the carpet and Tracy called to me to
come clean it up. Without thinking, I got down on my hands and knees
and started to scrub the stain. I heard two girls behind me gasp,
then start to giggle, and I realized my dress had ridden up so high
they could see my pussy. I started to get up but Tracy said to keep
scrubbing before the carpet got stained, so I did.

The girls called some boys over to see and they started laughing as
they stared at my exposed ass and pussy. I turned scarlet but
pretended I didn't know what was going on; I hurriedly cleaned the
spill and retreated to the kitchen. As I was leaving I heard one of
the boys tell the other two he would like to make me suck his cock
until it was rock hard, then fuck my 'big hairy pussy' until I
couldn't walk. He told them they could have 'sloppy seconds' after he
was finished fucking me silly.

When I got into the kitchen I sat down. I looked down at my hands and
realized I was shaking. Something seemed very wrong; I was sure I
should not be here, dressed like this, letting young men I didn't
even know make crude sexual remarks to me. Unfortunately my mind was
so fogged up I was unsure of exactly why it was wrong, so I just sat
there trying to figure it out.

Lisa came in and saw me sitting there. "What's the matter? Why do you
look so upset?" I told her what had happened and what I had heard.
"Oh, Mrs. Hopkins, I'm sure he thought he was paying you a
compliment! You know how guys are; that's just how they talk to each
other. You should be flattered. Lots of women would love to have
someone flirt with them like that."

It had not sounded much like flirting, but I knew Lisa was a nice
girl so I believed her. If she said it, I was sure it was true. I was
in no condition to argue.

Lisa fixed a new pot of that delicious tea and put it on the table
beside me.

"Listen, Mrs. Hopkins. I need to go back in to the party, but we're
all set for food and punch for right now. We don't really need any
more help from you until later. Why don't you take a break and stay
out here for a bit? No one will bother you and I'll call you if we
need anything. You just relax, ok?"

I nodded, so she left me to my thoughts and my tea.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I had my head
resting on my arms and Tracy was gently shaking me awake. I groggily
looked around and tried to focus on what she was saying to me.

"Mrs. Hopkins, we have a problem," said Tracy. "We ran out of beer
and no one has enough money for more. Is there any way you could
charge it on your credit card and we'll pay you back next week?"

I nodded. "Sure, Tracy. I know you'll pay me. It must be in my
purse." I laid my head back down.

She shook me again. "Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. You need to wake up. You
know we can't use your cards. You have to go with the guys to buy the
beer."

I still did not move so Tracy and another girl stood me up and gently
led me out to a waiting car. There were two guys in the front seat
and one in the back. "These guys will pick it out and carry it for
you," Tracy said. "All you have to do is pay for it. Thanks!"

Just before the door of the car closed another guy slid in beside me,
pushing me into the middle. I looked over at him and realized it was
the boy who had been so graphic when I was cleaning up the spill. He
smiled at me and said hello, so I decided maybe Lisa had been right
all along about him being nice and I smiled back at him. The other
three boys also greeted me and we pulled out.

As soon as we got going one of the boys produced a small flask of
liquor and passed it around. When it came to me I said no thanks. The
driver looked in the rear-view mirror and asked me if I was a prude.

"No, I'm not a prude. I just don't want a drink right now. Thanks
anyway."

"I don't know, Mrs. Hopkins. I always heard you were pretty straight.
I just never realized how straight you really are. You don't even
drink?"

"Of course I drink, when I want to. I'm not a prude."

The boy beside me handed me the flask. "Prove it."

Fine, I'd show them I was not a prude. I took a small swig and gasped
as the liquor burned its way down my throat. They said it was just a
sip so I took a bigger drink. The boys chuckled then and started
passing the flask around again. It seemed to constantly be in my
hand, with someone urging me to take a drink. I wanted them to like
me and not think I was a prude, so I drank when they urged me to.
Combined with my already dazed state, my head was soon spinning.

Dave, one of the boys beside me, started asking me questions about my
early years. "So, Mrs. Hopkins, have you always been pretty
conservative, or were you a little wilder when you were younger?"

"I'm not conservative. I'm the same now as I have always been. I like
having fun as much as the next person."

"Did you date much when you were a teenager?" asked Brian, the
driver. "Were you pretty popular?"

"I guess I was popular, but I didn't go on very many dates. My
parents didn't let me. They didn't want me to get a 'reputation'."

"Were you attractive? Maybe you just didn't get asked much," said
Jack, from my other side.

"When you did go out, did you enjoy the sex? Did you look forward to
it?" asked Dave.

"I never had sex on a date," I answered proudly. The boys looked
horrified.

"Never?" gasped Bob. "Didn't anyone even try to feel you up or
anything?"

"No. They were always perfect gentleman." I thought they would be
impressed with my chastity. Instead, they saw it as a drawback.

"Maybe they weren't being gentlemen," said Dave. "Maybe they thought
you were too ugly to fuck."

The shock of having Dave suggest I was ugly kept me from protesting
his vulgar language. "I looked just like I do now, only younger. Am I
ugly now?" I replied.

"You don't look too bad, just a little plump. It's hard to tell in
the car, though. Let's get a good look at you, and we'll all decide
if we would have asked you out," said Dave. "How does that sound?"

I smiled nervously. "OK. That sounds like a good idea." I wanted them
to like me. I hoped I looked attractive to them.

Brian twisted his mirror and the three boys riding turned toward me.
I looked down at myself. My dress had ridden above my stocking tops,
displaying my pale thighs in the dim illumination from passing street
lights. My breasts were pushing out of my top and a long line of
cleavage was showing. I blushed as I realized that the edge of one
nipple was peeking out of my top, but I didn't want to push it back
while they were looking at me. They would have been sure I was a
prude then.

They looked me up and down for a very long moment. Bob was the first
to speak. "I think you look pretty good," he said. "I think I might
have asked you out if you were my age. I just can't figure out why
nobody ever got friendly with you on a date. Is there something wrong
with your body or something?"

I shook my head. I was beginning to feel like maybe there was
something about me that wasn't sexy. I took another gulp from the
flask.

Jack spoke up. "Has anyone ever seen your boobs? Did you ever show
them to a guy on a date? Maybe they are ugly and word got around."

"Just my doctor and my husband, after we were married." Maybe I was
undesirable, after all. I felt like I was going to cry.

"I got an idea," said Dave. "Why don't you show them to us and we'll
let you know what we think."

"I don't know... I d-don't think I should do that," I stammered. I
wanted them to like me, but showing my breasts to them seemed wrong.

"Hey, no problem," said Jack. "We were just trying to help you out.
It's your call. Say, did you guys see Katie tonight? That girl looked
hot!"

The boys immediately started discussing Katie and several other girls
from the party. I felt lonely and ignored. After another drink I took
a deep breath and turned to Jack.

"I guess I've changed my mind. I would like to show you my boobs. If
I let you guys see them, do you promise not to tell anyone?" They
looked at each other, then nodded their assent.

My hands shook as I reached up and took hold of the bodice of my
dress. I hesitated for a few seconds, settling my nerves, then pulled
it down and tucked it under my breasts. My nipples immediately
stiffened in the cool night air. I waited with bated breath, hoping
the guys liked what they saw. My face grew warm and I felt like I was
in another world. No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, Bob smiled at me. "I think you have very nice tits, Mrs.
Hopkins. They sure are big enough. You have every right to be proud
of them. You are a very sexy lady."

I smiled and relaxed. I knew I was plump, but I had always thought my
boobs were too big and fleshy. They thought I was sexy!

I was so happy they liked my breasts, I barely heard Bob ask Jack if
they were firm. Before I could react he reached out and cupped one of
them. I gasped as I felt his warm hand squeeze my cool flesh but said
nothing. His fingers found my nipple and it jumped under his caress.
As I tried to decide whether or not I should protest, Dave did the
same thing with my other boob. I wasn't sure if I should let them
touch me, but it certainly felt nice, so what harm could there be in
it? I looked down. I could see my dark nipples being squeezed by
their strong fingers and I felt myself getting wet.

"For being such big tits, they're nice and firm," Jack told Bob. "Her
nipples are very sensitive, too. They're rock hard. I think she likes
it. Let's take a look at that pussy you were telling us about, Dave!"

Jack and Dave each grasped one of my legs and pulled it over onto
their laps. My dress pushed up almost to my waist and I was spread
wide open, without any panties on! I tried to pull my legs closed but
I was no match for them, so I gave up struggling.

"It's ok, Mrs. Hopkins. We just wanted to see what you look like. We
think you're very pretty and sexy, don't we guys?" Bob said. They all
murmured their assent. "You have a very beautiful pussy."

Bob reached back from the front seat and softly rubbed my knee. Jack
and Dave kept kneading my breasts as they stared at my pussy. Their
other hands were holding my legs apart, and they began stroking up
and down along my stockings. Each pass their hands traveled a little
higher and they were soon caressing my naked thighs. Bob kept telling
me how pretty and sexy I looked. I laid my head on the back of the
seat and closed my eyes, trying to calm my thudding heart.
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Part 2

Just as I felt Dave's fingers brush against my pubic hair, Jack
leaned down and kissed my nipple, tickling it with his tongue. As I
jumped in surprise my movement pressed my pussy against Dave's hand.
He cupped it and gave it a gentle squeeze, making me moan. I heard
Brian laugh from behind the wheel and ask what was happening.

"Well, Mrs. Hopkins is just showing us what she would do if she were
dating again," said Dave, gently massaging my outer lips. As he
rubbed his hand up and down the length of my pussy mound he began
pressing a finger against my already wet slit. "She's all wet and
ready for fun. You look beautiful too. Those stuffy old farts who
were afraid to touch you will never know what they missed. I'll bet
you would have drained them dry, wouldn't you?"

I giggled. "I'm not sure about that, but thank you." It was hard to
gather my thoughts, with one guy sucking and kissing my boob and
another trying to insert a finger into me as a third one watched.
Right at that moment, I felt like the most popular and desirable girl
in the world.

Dave's finger was pressing insistently at my pussy lips and it wasn't
long before they peeled slowly apart. I was so wet by this time that
he encountered little resistance as he slid his finger inside me.
"God damn, this lady is boiling!" he exclaimed. "I'll bet you keep
your husband pretty happy with this little toy. Are you sure he's the
only one who's ever touched your pussy?"

"He is. He, and now you, are the only men who have ever played around
down there like that," I answered. I tried to muster some willpower.
"Maybe you should stop. I think he might be mad if he saw what you
were doing."

"Oh, no. I think he'd be pleased," said Brian, looking into my eyes
in the mirror. "Guys want everyone to think their wives are
attractive and sexy. He would be thrilled that we enjoy looking at
your beautiful breasts and that lovely little pussy of yours. I'm
sure he would consider it a compliment."

Bob nodded as he gave me the flask again. I took a nervous gulp. I
was so confused. I was pretty sure my husband would not think it was
a compliment, but these guys certainly knew what other men liked and
I was in no shape to argue, so how could I say they were wrong? They
seemed to have my best interests in mind, and I was enjoying all the
attention they were showering on me.

Dave started rubbing my clit and I felt it thicken under his
manipulation. By now my pussy was very hot and wet and I was finding
it increasingly difficult to follow what was being said. I remember
hearing Bob tell Brian to stop the car. I felt the car come to a
halt, then Brian turned and looked at me, sitting back with my legs
wide open and my tits hanging out while being sucked and fingered by
two young men.

I looked around. We were parked in a corner of a large parking lot,
not far from a light pole. I could see a shopping plaza. Most of the
stores were closed and the lot was nearly deserted. At least no one
else was likely to see me. Brian said something to Bob that I
couldn't catch, who got out and went into a convenience store. When
he came back to the car he showed me a small disposable camera, the
kind with a built in flash.

"We would all like to remember how nice and sexy you look," he said.
Before I could make any protest, he snapped several pictures of me as
the boys played with me. Well, as long as no one else saw the
pictures I guessed it would be all right.

"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to get fucked by
another man?" asked Bob as Dave stroked and pinched my excited clit.
I groaned and shook my head. "You've never wondered how a different
cock would feel, sliding into your nice hot pussy?" Again I shook my
head. "Have you ever even seen another cock?"

"No," I answered. Suddenly I was ashamed of my limited experience.

"Would you like to see another one? Another cock, that is. After all,
it's only fair. We've seen those nice big tits and that hairy pussy
of yours. Would you like to see us naked? No one will ever know."

Blushing, I said that I would. As Jack and Dave let go of me I felt a
pang of disappointment, but they returned to playing with me as soon
as their pants were down. The guys quickly pulled down their pants
and underwear, proudly displaying their already stiff members.

I never realized until then how different men's penises could be.
None of them looked exactly like my husband's. One was curved, one
was straight, one looked almost purple and Jack's penis was at least
two inches longer than my husband's. I never knew they came in
different sizes, either. I was mesmerized.

"What do you think?" asked Brian. I gulped. "Go ahead and touch one
if you want. We don't mind."

I reached out and touched Bob's cock. He smiled at me, so I wrapped
my fingers around it. It felt hot to my touch. Slowly, I slid my
fingers up and down it, enjoying the feel of the rock hard shaft and
the spongy head. Dave resumed stroking his finger in and out of my
pussy while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Groaning, I reached for
each hard cock in turn, giving it a few strokes and marveling at how
different they felt. I ended up with my hand on Jack's big cock. It
felt satisfyingly thick in my hand.

Bob handed me the flask again. "You know, Mrs. Hopkins, you look very
sexy right now. I think your husband would be very proud of you
tonight. Did you know there were cocks as big as Jack's?" I shook my
head. "Now that you've seen it, don't you wonder what it would feel
like inside that nice hot pussy of yours?" He snapped a picture of my
hand, wrapped around Jack's cock.

I tried to clear my head. "Yes... but I'm sure that would be wrong. I
can't do that."

"Oh, you're right, Mrs. Hopkins. It probably would be wrong if he
were to fuck you. But, if you asked, maybe he would just put it in so
you can get an idea how it feels. It won't really be fucking, so
there shouldn't be any harm in it."

I hesitated. It would be nice to see what it felt like. Would it feel
different than my husband's? I sighed. I wanted to know.

"All right. You can put it in. No fucking."

"Absolutely," agreed Jack.

Dave pulled his hand from my slit and laid my head down in his lap,
then began rubbing my nipples. Jack pushed one stocking clad leg up
over the rear seat and the other up into Brian's lap. Brian
immediately began rubbing and massaging my calf. I looked down as
Jack knelt between my legs. Through the hair I could see my pussy
lips, parted slightly and gleaming with wetness. Jack paused, his
cock just inches away from my pussy.

Jack grasped the shaft of his cock and leaned toward me. I saw the
thick head push into my pubic hair, then felt it graze the lips of my
pussy. He rubbed it up and down my slit, getting me ready. With a
gentle push I saw the head disappear and felt my pussy lips parting
as his big cock entered me. It felt so good I moaned my pleasure,
causing all the boys to chuckle. Jack pulled his cock back, rubbed it
around my opening again and pushed it back inside, this time sliding
in several inches along with the head. Again I moaned; it felt great.
He eased out and pushed in several times, each time deeper and
deeper. Finally I felt his pelvis press against me and I knew he was
all the way in.

"Well, how does it feel?" he asked.

"Fuller than my husband's does. It feels nice," I answered dreamily.
"I never knew how different it would feel."

"Let me ask you a question," said Jack. "Which do you like better?
This... ?" he fucked in and out slowly, each time pushing deep inside
me. "Or this?" Now he started fucking me rapidly, banging hard into
my crotch.

"I like both. It's in so deep, I feel all stretched out. I think I
like the fast one better, though," I answered, completely forgetting
he had promised not to fuck me.

"That does feel pretty good, doesn't it?" he said as he continued
rapidly thrusting his cock in and out.

I heard Bob snap off several more pictures of me as Jack gave me a
hard fuck. Jack's body was banging into my clit and I could feel his
balls slapping against my ass with each stroke. He continued pounding
his thick cock into me I began pushing up against his thrusts.

Dave shifted my head on his lap. When I felt his cock touch my lips I
automatically kissed it. He pressed it harder against my lips and I
opened my mouth, allowing him to slid his cock into my mouth. It
tasted delicious as I licked the head and tasted his salty pre-cum.
Feeling delightfully wicked, I started sucking on it. I wanted these
guys to think I was as sexy and fun as the younger girls they'd been
talking about. As Jack kept up his rapid fucking of my overheated
pussy I began giving Dave the best blowjob I could, working my tongue
along the underside while moving my lips back and forth along his hot
cock.

"How is she, boys?" asked Brian.

"Oh, man, this is one hot broad," answered Jack. "Her pussy is
wrapped around my dick like a warm glove. This lady likes to fuck."

"She's not a bad cock sucker, either," added Dave. "Come on, Mrs.
Hopkins. Suck my cock. Wouldn't you like a nice creamy load to
swallow?"

I nodded and sucked hard on his cock and heard him groan in pleasure.
Pleased that he liked what I was doing, I redoubled my efforts. I
twirled my tongue around and tickled the underside of his rock-hard
dick as he encouraged me to swallow it all. I wanted to make him
happy so I pushed my lips as far down his cock as I could, coming
closer to the base with each thrust. I knew that I was doing a good
job as I felt him stiffen and push his cock deep into my mouth. I
felt Dave spasm, then flood my mouth with his jism. Gulping, I felt
his thick cum slide down my throat and into my stomach as he
continued to pump more cum into my eager mouth. I had never swallowed
my husband's cum before, but I was so horny I cleaned up every drop
of Dave's as it shot into my mouth.

"That's a good girl; suck me dry. That was a nice blowjob. You really
like eating cum, don't you?" he asked. Giggling, I nodded.

Jack's fucking now had me almost ready to cum myself. I felt myself
getting closer and closer, rising toward a peak. I was almost there
when I felt him jerk and pump his load deep into my pussy. I groaned
in frustration at how close I had been to cumming. He pulled out and
asked me if I wanted an orgasm. I nodded eagerly, so he got out of
the car and Brian took his place. Without any preliminaries Brian
just slid his cock into my cum-soaked pussy and started fucking me.

Brian's technique was very different from Jack's. He alternated
several hard thrusts with several gentle ones, as well as pausing for
long moments with his cock nestled deep within me. Every time I got
close to cumming he sensed it and paused and soon I was begging him
to let me cum. He just chuckled and kept up his maddeningly erratic
style. I almost started crying when I felt him add his cum to the
load Jack had already deposited inside me. My poor hot pussy felt
empty when he withdrew. Inquiringly, I looked over at Bob.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Hopkins?"

I paused for a long moment, not wanting to say it out loud. Finally I
asked him, "Aren't you going to... you know... ?"

"Aren't I going to what?" Bob was not making this simple for me. He
knew what I wanted.

"Aren't you going to make love to me?"

"Make love? Nobody has made love to you yet. Say what really
happened. Say what you want, and ask me nicely," he grinned at me
from the front seat.

"All right. They fucked me, but I didn't have an orgasm. Will you
please fuck me?" I lay there, almost naked in the back seat of a car,
with my legs spread and cum trickling down my crack. All I wanted was
to have someone slide his dick into me and fuck me until I came. I
did not care who did it.

"Well, since you asked so politely, I'll be glad to fuck you, Mrs.
Hopkins. But what if seeing it makes the other guys horny again? Will
you fuck them again too?" Bob asked.

I nodded desperately. Bob turned me so I was facing the front of the
car, with my ass on the edge of the rear seat. He eased through
between the seats and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. I felt
his cock push into my pussy and he started up a nice rhythm that soon
had me boiling again. I was a little uncomfortable as he pressed my
neck back against the seat but his pounding dick soon made me forget
that discomfort. Jack and Brian got on either side of me and started
sucking and playing with my tits. I was in heaven.

When I finally came, I came the hardest I ever have. I closed my eyes
and felt like I was flying through the middle of an explosion. I
screamed and started bucking my ass, almost throwing Bob off me, but
he managed to keep fucking me. When I finally came back to reality he
was still pounding into me. He finally stiffened and shot his load,
then pulled his cock out of me.

Brian immediately twisted me toward him and slipped his cock into me.
As he started fucking me for the second time I hooked my legs behind
his ass, pulling him into my pussy as far as I could. I was so hot I
began having a small series of miniature orgasms. I started bucking
and jumping like a madwoman. The boys told me I was the hottest woman
they had fucked in a long time, making me feel proud.

One after another they all fucked me again. Bob and Brian even had me
give them a blowjob and I tasted my own dried juices on their cocks,
a definite first. By then I eagerly sucked their cocks as deep into
my throat as I could, swallowing every drop of cum as it spurted out
at me. I was too gone to care how many times I got fucked or who I
was sucking off.

When they finally finished I could feel my pussy throbbing from its
workout. It felt full and well fucked. I looked down at my crotch and
I could see my puffy lips, red even in the dim light. My nipples were
sore from being sucked and chewed and even my tongue was tired. All I
wanted was to go to sleep.

We all got out of the car to straighten out our clothing. My
stockings were all laddered and torn and my dress was wadded around
my waist, but I tried to make myself as presentable as I could. I
stuffed my boobs back in and smoothed my skirt down as best I could.
My pussy felt so swollen I was sure my cunt lips had to be dangling
down below my skirt, but I knew that was not possible. I took some
satisfaction in the fact that the boys looked similarly worn out.

Jack walked up to me and pulled my top back down. "You look much
better like this. I like seeing those big tits and fat nipples of
yours," he explained. I protested but left them out.

After we all got back into the car, Brian started driving again. We
soon arrived at the beer store and we all got out and walked to the
entrance. Several youths were lingering near the entrance. When they
saw us they started shouting and laughing at me.

I knew I probably looked bad after my gang fuck but I had thought I
could pass acceptably in public. I could not figure out why they were
laughing at me. Puzzled, I asked what they were laughing at.

"Maybe they like your tits," Jack chuckled.

I suddenly realized the top of my dress was still down and everyone
could see my tits hanging out. I turned scarlet. I turned around and
pulled it back up but they kept on jeering me. Mustering as much
dignity as I could, I entered the store, ignoring their catcalls.

I was glad we were in a store where I did not shop. I was sure the
clerk could tell I had just been fucked long and hard by the guys I
was with. As quickly as possible I signed the credit slip and
returned to the car. The boys soon returned with the beer and we
started back.

As soon as we pulled out Dave eased my top down again and started
sucking on my tits. I made no protest as he also worked a hand under
my dress and began stroking my pussy. I fell asleep with him playing
with my tits and pussy and did not awaken until he gently shook me as
we turned into Sheila's street.

I put myself back together yet again and made my way inside, with Bob
helping me. Tracy met us at the door.

"Well, you might as well put her in bed. She's not going to be much
good now," she said as she looked me over.

Jack chuckled. "She has a right to be tired. She's had a really big
workout. Once we got her started, she turned out to be a pretty hot
fuck. She satisfied all of us."

As they eased me into bed, I heard her tell Jack, "Remember, this is
a one-time thing. You promised you'd leave her alone after this."

The last thing I heard was Jack's reply.

"Absolutely. This was a one-time thing... "
==================

Part 3

I woke up Saturday morning feeling a little fuzzy-headed, but nothing
really extreme. I couldn't remember much from the night before,
although I did remember I was spending the weekend with Sheila's
daughters and I vaguely remembered we'd been at a party the night
before. I assumed I'd just had a little too much to drink and was
battling a hangover.

I did remember having some really erotic dreams after I went to bed.
Trying to recall the dreams, I reached down and cupped my pussy. I
was surprised to feel how swollen and hot it was. I giggled to
myself. It wasn't the first time I'd masturbated in my sleep. I must
have been pretty horny. It felt like I'd been rubbing my cunt all
night.

I took a long hot shower and felt pretty good. After dressing, I
headed downstairs but both Lisa and Tracy were gone. I don't usually
eat much breakfast so I just had a couple of pieces of toast. As I
was buttering it I noticed a box of tea on the counter. THAT I
remembered. It was the most delicious tea I'd ever had. I made a pot
of it and went out onto the patio with the paper.

I drank tea and read for a little while but then everything got hazy
again. I thought I must be catching a bug or something, I was so
muddled this weekend. The sun was warm on me so I decided to nap in
the heat and try to bake it out.

I think I'd dozed for an hour or so when three boys came around the
corner of the house. I knew I'd met them the night before but for the
life of me I couldn't think of their names.

"Hi, Mrs. Hopkins. How are you feeling?" the first one asked me. When
I just looked at him without answering, he continued, "It's me,
Brian. Remember?"

I nodded groggily. "Hi, Brian."

"What's the matter with her?" I heard another one ask. "Oh, shit
guys. She got into the goodies again." He picked up the teapot and
sniffed it. "What do you think, Jack. Should we go again?"

Jack looked at me. "What the hell, why not? Mrs. Hopkins, why are you
sunbathing with all your clothes on? Don't you want a nice tan?"

"Y-yes, but people might see me."

"Nobody will see you back here but us and we've already seen you
naked, remember? Why don't you get a nice golden tan for us?"

I giggled. "Ok." It seemed like a good idea. I quickly stripped down
then reclined on the lounge. I saw Brian carry my clothes into the
house while Brian carried my clothes into the house. A few minutes
later he emerged with some baby oil.

"Mrs. Hopkins, you better let Dave rub some lotion on you. Those big
tits of yours will cook pretty quick in this sun." When I nodded he
threw the lotion to the third boy. Dave came over to me and stood
grinning at me as he flipped open the top on the lotion. With one
smooth motion he squirted a line of oil that began at my throat, ran
down the middle of my chest and stomach into my pussy hair then back
up to loop around each nipple. The oil was cold compared to my
overheated skin and I shivered, making my boobs wobble violently from
side to side. Dave laughed.

"Easy there, Mrs. H. You shake those things like a two-dollar
stripper. He sat beside me on the lounge and started rubbing the oil
in. He began on my stomach, rubbing and rubbing until the oil heated
up and was worked completely into my skin. He moved up to my boobs
and began working the oil into them. I could feel my nipples stiffen
as he rubbed. They got so hard they felt like they were going to pop
right off my chest. I began moaning as I got aroused.

After finishing my arms and legs, Dave returned to my pussy. He gave
it another liberal squirt of oil and rubbed the oil all over it,
inside and out. "We don't want this hot little cunt to get a bad
sunburn, do we?" Dave asked as he worked two or three fingers into my
pussy. "I've got a feeling this pussy is going to be out in the light
of day a lot more from now on. We want it to look good."

When he finished, Dave went over and sat down with the guys. They
opened beers and left me alone. I dozed, on and off, for the next
hour or so. At one point I felt someone lift my hand and place it on
my pussy. Already hot from the sun and being rubbed and stroked, it
twitched when I touched it so I slowly rubbed my clit as I lay there.
I thought I heard a camera but I couldn't be sure and quite frankly,
I didn't much care.

I felt a hand shaking me awake. "Time to turn over, Mrs. Hopkins. you
don't want to burn your tits." Brian helped me sit up and fed me some
tea. I sipped it thirstily.

"Thank you. You guys are so nice to me."

Brian chuckled. "That's because you're nice to us, Mrs. Hopkins. We
love helping horny old ladies with big tits and hungry pussies. Now
lay on your stomach."

I turned over and laid down again. I could feel my boobs squash under
my weight and my nipples pressed through the webbing on the lounger.
Brian noticed and reached under, rubbing them and then pulling on
them to make them stick out further. They were still covered in oil
and slippery so he was able to pull out some of my tit out too, but
not all of them. After flicking my nipples a few times, he took the
bottle and squirted oil along my back and down my ass crack.

As Brian started rubbing oil into my shoulders I could feel a thick
trickle ooze between my cheeks and down my aroused pussy lips. I
wanted to put my hand back into my crotch but I couldn't reach in
this position so I pillowed my head on my arms and closed my eyes.

Brian worked his way down my back and thoroughly rubbed oil into each
cheek of my ass, commenting to the other boys on how large and meaty
they were. I smiled to myself, happy they liked me. Brian started
rubbing oil up and down through my crack, pulling my cheeks apart.

"If you get a burn there you won't be able to sit down. Just keep
snoozing, Mrs. Hopkins," Jack called over to me from his chair as
Brian kept rubbing oil into my asscrack and pussy from behind. He
would occasionally squirt more oil down my butt so I was really
slicked up.

Each pass up and down my crack, he would drag his fingers across my
asshole. At first it twitched and puckered each time he touched it
but eventually I relaxed and stopped reacting involuntarily to each
touch of his fingers. As I dozed off I felt his fingers pressing
harder and harder with each pass. Soon his finger popped inside my
asshole. I felt him run it in smoothly until his hand pressed against
my ass then ease it back out and continue up over my cheeks. The next
pass he repeated the process, in and out.

Soon Brian was pushing two fingers into my asshole. I was so oiled up
I felt no pain, even though I'd never had anything in my ass before.
In fact, it felt pretty good and I found myself pushing my ass back
against his hand as he finger-fucked me. It felt so good that I
groaned when I felt him pull out and stand up.

I heard a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll put it back in a minute. Do you
like having something up that lovely ass of yours?"

"Yes," I murmured sleepily. "Please put it back."

"No problem, Mrs. H." I felt Brian get back on the lounge and soon
felt the now familiar press against my sphincter. A slight push
against my greasy asshole and he slid smoothly into me. It wasn't
until I felt his body press down on me that I realized it wasn't his
fingers. I started to rise in protest but the weight of his body held
me down.

"Oh, yeah! Push that sweet ass back against me, baby," Brian grunted
as he started moving his cock in and out of my ass. I'd always heard
anal sex hurt but this felt terrific. I could feel my cunt throbbing
as it picked up the rhythm of Brian's cock and began building toward
an orgasm.

"How's her ass, Brian?" Jack called. "Is she a three-holer?"

"Man is she ever!" Brian gasped as he banged into me. "Her pussy
might be a little loose but her asshole is as tight as a teenager's.
Oh, shit. She's too hot; I'm cumming!" With a shudder he buried his
cock deep in my ass and I felt him twitch as he pumped his sperm into
me. He collapsed on my back, pressing me tight against the lounger.

"Hey, get off her," I heard Dave say. "I want some of that ass too."

Brian pushed off me. I felt his cock pull from my asshole as he
stood. Reaching down, he pulled my cheeks apart and I heard the
camera snap and the two boys laugh as my asshole slowly closed up.
Dave then got behind me and quickly fed his cock into my now hungry
ass, while Brian went back and sat with Jack.

I felt myself heading toward orgasm as Dave humped me hard but I was
still not there when he too spurted his cum up my ass. I was relieved
when Jack rose and pulled off his shorts. After Dave moved out of the
way Jack squirted some more oil into my crack and slid his big cock
up my ass in one long push. I giggled and pushed back against his
crotch.

Jack and I fucked for several minutes and I was almost ready to
orgasm when I heard a voice.

"Hey! You guys promised!" I lifted my head to see Lisa and Tracy,
arms loaded with groceries.

Jack quickly pulled out and scrambled to his feet, his thick cock
bobbing obscenely. "It's not our fault, Tracy. She got into the tea
again and we found her lying out here. We figured, what the hell... "

Lisa made a face. "You guys are pigs. Do you get off, fucking an old
lady? Do whatever you want."

Jack grinned and quickly got behind me. I pushed back as he began
fucking me again. "Yeah we get off. She gets us off, don't you Mrs.
Hopkins? Besides, she's not too old. Just nicely broken in. I think
this bitch has lots of fucks left in her."

Tracy walked over and squatted down beside the lounge. I lifted my
head as she looked me over. I could feel Jack's thick cock sawing in
and out of my ass as Tracy smiled at me. She reached underneath the
lounger and started pulling gently on my nipples, still pushing
through the webbing.

"Is that true, Mrs. Hopkins?" Tracy asked me as she milked my
throbbing nipples. "Do you have lots of fucks left in you?"

I was so horny I nodded. Tracy gave me a disgusted look as she let go
of my nipples and stood up. She picked the camera up from the table
and snapped several pictures of me, groaning in ecstasy as Jack
fucked my ass.

I still hadn't cum yet when I felt Jack shudder and add his cum to
the other two loads in my ass. When he pulled out and spread my
asscheeks, my asshole gaped open. I squeezed it shut and Jack laughed
when it slowly opened back up again. He asked Tracy to take a couple
of shots of my asshole.

I started to reach back between my legs to finish myself off when I
felt Jack push my hand away.

"Not yet, baby. You just snooze while we have another beer. We'll
finish you off once we rest up. I want you nice and horny."

I protested but did as he told me. The hot sun soon had me nearly
asleep while my new friends sat in the shade, talking quietly and
sipping their beer. I could feel the sweat form and run off my body
as I lay there.

I think I slept for about half an hour or so. I felt someone crawl
under the lounger and brush across my nipples, then gently start
licking them. It felt like Brian but I was sleepy and it felt so good
I just kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation as he licked first
one sweaty nipple, then the other. I started grinding my crotch
against the lounger, hoping he would hurry up and fuck me so I could
cum.

"Ewwww, that's sick," I heard Tracy say. I heard laughter as I opened
my eyes and looked over into the shade. It took me a minute to focus
but when I did I saw everybody sitting there, the three boys laughing
while the girls looked disgusted.

Everybody? Then who was licking my nipples? I looked through the
webbing and saw a large brown dog lapping at my breasts where they
pressed through. I gasped and started to pull up but Tracy was
quickly beside the lounger, pressing down on the back of my neck so I
couldn't lift up. When I started to struggle she reached down between
my legs and gave my pussy a gentle rub.

"There, there, just lay still. You seem to like it, so don't get up.
I'll play with your pussy if you calm down." As she slowly stroked my
pussy lips with her long nails, I stopped fighting and relaxed. "Good
girl," she patted my head. "You really are a slut pig, aren't you?"

I heard more pictures being taken, then Tracy stopped playing with me
and stood up. The dog licked me for a few more minutes, then I felt
my nipples rub across his back as he crawled out from under me. He
trotted back out of the yard.

"Ok, Mrs. Hopkins," I heard Jack call me. "Come on over here and suck
us hard again. We'll give you that orgasm you're aching for." When I
sat up and started to stand Tracy interrupted.

"No, no, I think you should crawl, Mrs. Hopkins. Horny sluts like you
should crawl to get their cock, or go without."

I was so horny I didn't want to go without cock so I got down on all
fours and started crawling across the yard. I could feel the grass
brushing across my nipples as my boobs hung down, swinging as I made
my way to my new friends. I crawled to Jack first, wanting that big
cock pounding my pussy as soon as possible. I reached out to grab it
but he pushed my hands away.

"No hands, Mrs. H. Just use that hot mouth of yours. Suck me off,
then I'll give you a good fuck."

I complied, licking the end of his cock until it stiffened, then
dipping my head and capturing it between my lips. My pussy was crying
to be fucked as I eagerly sucked him hard and started pushing my
mouth down his thick shaft. In no time I had his cock glistening with
saliva as I sucked hard on it.

"Oh, what a great cocksucker she is," Jack moaned. "How does my cock
taste? Can you taste your own shit, you slut?"

I was so horny I hadn't even thought about how dirty their cocks
were. It was too late to worry about it then so I kept sucking and
slurping. They took more pictures of me kneeling between Jack's legs
as I blew him, finally taking his load deep into my throat. I licked
his cock clean, swallowing every drop, then crawled over to Dave and
began tonguing him.

He pulled my head off his cock and pushed me away. "I'm not next. You
skipped somebody."

I looked up, confused. I had blown Jack and Dave was next in line.

"You forgot me," Lisa spoke up, sitting in between the two guys. I
hadn't even thought of her. As I looked at her, she spread her legs
and pulled her panties aside. "C'mon, slut. Start eating or you don't
get to cum."

I crawled between Lisa's legs and stared at her pussy, all nicely
trimmed and neat looking. When I hesitated she grasped my head and
pulled it against her crotch. Not knowing what else to do, I kissed
her. She gave me instructions and I soon learned how to eat pussy,
sucking on her clit until she had the orgasm I was dying for.

I was then allowed to suck off Dave and Brian and eat Tracy to an
orgasm. I really got into it after a while, enjoying the thick globs
of cum as it slid down my throat. I even started liking the tangy
flavor of Tracy's pussy as I chewed on her lips and thrust my tongue
deep up inside her.

Finally, I had made everyone else cum and it was time for my orgasm.
I looked around to see who was going to fuck me. Jack told me to
crawl back out into the sun in front of them.

"You get started and one of us will join you. You need to do a good
job masturbating. Show us how hot that pussy of yours can get," he
told me.

My body was screaming for release so I had no choice but to do as I
was told. I crawled in front of them and lowered my head to the
ground, my ass high in the air and facing them. Reaching back between
my legs with my hand, I alternated pinching my clit and sawing my
fingers deep into my hungry cunt. I heard them giggling and snapping
pictures but I was too far gone to care, desperate to please them so
they would fuck me and let me cum.

They never helped me. I finally got myself off, shuddering in the
grass and pushing my ass back at the open air as they told me what a
horny pig I was. They took a few more pictures as I laid there with
my fingers buried in my pussy, resting.

I felt myself falling asleep as they got up and went into the house.
I knew I should get up but I was too tired so I slept right there, in
the yard with my head down and my ass high in the air, the breeze
tickling my tender asshole.
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Part 4

This time when I woke up I knew I hadn't been dreaming. I was lying
facedown in the yard, naked and alone, my ass, pussy and thighs
sticky with cum. I realized, too late, that Friday night was no dream
either, but a sad reality. I looked around but there was nothing to
cover up with. After looking around to make sure nobody could see me,
I dashed quickly for the house.

I stepped inside and slammed the door behind me, then ran to the
guest room. I spent the rest of the weekend in my room, emerging only
when I was sure nobody was home. I avoided talking to Tracy and Lisa,
pretending to be asleep when they knocked on the door. As soon as
Sheila got home, I pretended I didn't feel well and rushed home.

I couldn't believe what I'd done. After living as a model citizen for
40 years, trying hard to be a good wife and mother, I'd thrown it all
away in a day and a half of lust and depravity. What would I do if my
husband and children found out? What would I do if my boss ever found
out? I'd been a secretary at the insurance agency for 22 years. I
knew I was a good secretary but their business was dependent on the
people of the community; I'd be dismissed in a heartbeat if I was
found out. I was determined not to let that happen. I'd just avoid
everyone involved and let the whole thing die down.

Everything seemed fine for several months. I finally felt like I was
back to normal. We'd even seen Sheila and Greg socially a few times
and I thought the kids must have kept it to themselves. I was sure I
was probably the subject of a few gross stories in their dorms but
there wasn't much I could do about that. In fact, I'd pretty much
pushed it out of my mind so I really didn't get alarmed when I came
home from work one day and saw Sheila, Lisa and my husband sitting in
the living room.

I started to panic when I saw the anger in Mark's eyes. "Charlene,
Sheila says you seduced several of her daughters' friends a few
months ago. I told her to get the hell out of my house but she wanted
to hear it from you."

I tried to cover the fear in my eyes. "Mark, you know I'd never do
anything like that. I can't believe she'd say such a thing."

Lisa spoke up. "You slept with my boyfriend and then tried to have
sex with Tracy and me too."

"That's a lie!" I screamed. "Don't you dare say such a thing!"

Mark turned to Sheila. "Sheila, I don't know what's come over you or
that daughter of yours, but if you're not out of my house in one
minute, I'm calling the police."

Through all that, Sheila sat calmly on the end of the couch. "Mark,
when my daughter comes to me and tells me she was molested, I have no
reason... "

"That's it!" Mark interrupted. "I'm pressing charges." He picked up
the phone and started dialing.

Sheila continued as if he hadn't spoken. "... no reason not to
believe her, especially when she shows me proof." She threw something
into Mark's lap. He took one look and hung up the phone.

As soon as I saw what he was looking at, I ran into the bathroom and
threw up. It was a picture of me, in a car. My dress was pulled down
so you could see my breasts. My hairy pussy framed the base of one
cock and I was sucking on another. From the look on my face, it was
obvious that I was loving every minute of it. The two boys whose
cocks I was draining were grinning at the camera.

I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could. When i finally came out,
Mark was pale and Sheila looked smug. I sat down on the arm of his
chair and tried to take his hand but he wouldn't let me. Sheila spoke
first.

"Charlene, I think you've done a horrible thing but I don't want you
to go to prison. Your children are too young and I think they still
need a mother, even a lousy one like you. However, I think you need
to be punished for what you did. I have suggested, and Mark has
agreed, that the best punishment will be for you to come to work for
me for two years. I've always wanted a maid and you will do it. If
you do it without complaint, I won't press charges against you for
molesting my kids."

I looked at Mark. "I think it's fair," he said. It will mean quitting
your job but you can find another one. You will stay at Sheila and
Greg's during the week and you can come home from Saturday until
Monday. That will give you a chance to see the kids. Sheila, I'm
sorry I didn't believe you." He hesitated. "I think I need some time
to figure things out, too."

I burst into tears. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know why it happened.
I love you."

Sheila stood up. "Come on, Charlene. You can get started tonight."

I followed, still crying. I wasn't even going to be able to say good-
bye! Mark turned his back on me and walked away. We got outside and I
started to get into Sheila's car, but she stopped me.

"My employees don't ride in my car and I don't want your car clogging
my driveway. You can walk."

"Walk? You can't be serious," I protested. "It's all the way across
town! Sheila, be reasonable."

Before I even knew what was happening, Sheila slapped me hard across
the face. " Let's get this clear. I'm disgusted with you for what you
did. I agreed to let you work for me so you didn't have to go to jail
but I intend to see to it you are punished for your crimes. Don't you
EVER question one of my instructions again. I said you will walk so
you better walk, either to my house or to the police. Which will it
be?"

Tears were streaming down my face as I answered, "I'll walk to your
house."

"I think you mean, 'Please may I walk to your house?' don't you?"

I sniffed, "Please may I walk to your house, Sheila?"

Sheila smiled. "Yes, Charlene, you may. But from now on you will
address me properly. You will always call me 'ma'am' or Mrs. Winters
but never 'Sheila.' You will call everyone in my house 'sir' or
'ma'am' and if they are in my house they are my guests, so you must
consider a request from them a request from me. Do you understand?"

I was embarrassed. We were standing in my driveway and Sheila was not
trying to be quiet. I nodded quickly, hoping this would all be over.

"Good girl. Stop crying, too. I'm sick of your blubbering. You got
into this mess, now you must live with it. I expect you at the house
in half an hour. I want supper ready when Greg gets home." Sheila got
in the car and drove off, with Lisa snickering beside her.

I walked as fast as I could and made it to Sheila's house just before
the deadline. I walked up to the front door but found it locked. I
rang the doorbell and waited. When Sheila came to the door she looked
angry.

"Servants don't use the front door. Come in through the garage." She
slammed the door in my face.

On the way over I made up my mind not to get mad so I went around to
the garage and tried the side door. it too was locked. This time
Sheila was smiling when she answered.

"That's much better. However, you will have to wear a uniform. Take
off all your clothes and put them into this box." She handed me a
cardboard box.

Without arguing, I stripped off my dress and slip and stood there in
my bra and panties, praying Greg wouldn't come home and open the
garage door. When Sheila just looked at me, I realized she wanted my
underwear to go into the box as well. Finally, I stood shivering in
the garage, naked and waiting for my ordeal to end.

Sheila took the box into the house, then returned with another. "I
believe this is yours." The box contained the outfit I'd worn at the
party, complete with a new pair of stockings and heels. Before I
could say anything she closed the door in my face. As small as the
outfit was, it was preferable to being naked so I quickly dressed and
went into the kitchen.

Sheila laughed at me in my uniform. I flushed but started fixing some
dinner. She sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and directing
me. When I bent over to get a casserole dish, she hooted and I knew
she'd seen my bare pussy. After I got the casserole into the oven,
she spoke.

"I don't want that hairy thing uncovered in my kitchen. While dinner
is cooking, I want you to go shave all the hair off it." I opened my
mouth to protest but she must have anticipated it. "If you complain,
I will take you for a haircut tomorrow morning."

I went into the bathroom and shaved. I'd never done it before and it
took me quite a while but I eventually got it pretty smooth. After
cleaning up, I returned to the kitchen.

"Bend over the table," Sheila ordered. "I want to make sure you did a
good job." I flushed but bent over, then moved my feet apart when she
told me to.

"I can't figure out why those boys wanted to fuck you anyway,
Charlene. Your pussy is huge; mine is much tighter." Sheila ridiculed
me.

"I agree, honey. Your pussy is much tighter," I heard a male voice,
Greg, behind me. I started to jump up but Sheila told me to stay bent
over. I felt a thick finger part my swollen lips and slide easily
into my cunt. "Is this our new maid? Why is her pussy so wet?"

"She's a slut, that's why," Sheila replied. "Look how loose it is
from all the fucking she does."

Greg pulled his finger from my cunt and laughed. "Well, you know how
it is with the help, honey. All they think about is food and fucking.
Where's dinner?"

"It would be ready if Charlene would get going," Sheila grabbed Greg
by the arm and led him from the kitchen. I was flushed and panting
from embarrassment. I didn't know how I was going to face these two,
day after day.

Dinner went well. I served them, then ate my own meal, in the
kitchen. Sheila told me I could only sit at the kitchen table or in
my room, anywhere else I must either stand or sit on the floor. I was
so tired and humiliated that I didn't argue.

About eight PM I was called into the living room. Lisa was home again
and she and her parents were sitting around the room.

"Charlene, we're bored. Why don't you entertain us?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. "What would you like?"

"Lisa tells us you masturbated to entertain she and her friends. Why
don't you do that?" Sheila smirked.

I opened my mouth to cry out but realized I had no choice. How could
I willing masturbate for a group of teens, then refuse adults? So I
turned around and got down on all fours.

It took me a while to get myself aroused. It didn't help that the
three of them chatted and laughed while I knelt there, rubbing my bud
and driving two fingers in and out of my pussy. Finally, it started
to heat up and I eventually managed a small orgasm.

Sheila gave me permission to stand up. "Not bad, but tomorrow bring a
dildo in with you. The only way to keep you happy is to stuff
something in that fat pussy of yours. You started out poorly but you
were pretty good tonight, you may sleep in the basement. Don't get
used to it, though. If you disobey me, you will find yourself
sleeping in the garage."

I hurried down cellar and made a bed over near the furnace. Since I
had no other clothes with me, I had to sleep naked. For the first
time since I was a little girl, I cried myself to sleep.

Part 5

I slept poorly that night, shivering on the cold floor. I used the
time to consider my choices. It was obvious that Sheila didn't just
want a maid, she wanted to humiliate me sexually. The fact that she
was my best friend seemed to make no difference. If I stayed, it
would only get worse. On the other hand, I didn't want to go to
prison. In addition to the terrors I'd face in prison, my career
would be ruined and my children would be teased mercilessly in
school.

I'd like to say I made my decision based on what was best for my
family, but I'm weak. As bad as I knew Sheila would make my life, I
was sure it would be better than going to prison. I resolved to do
the best job I could as Sheila's maid.

At peace with my decision, I finally slept. My slumber was shattered
when my rear end exploded in pain. I screamed and jumped to my feet,
turning to see a glaring Sheila, tapping a yardstick against her
thigh.

"I expect my coffee ready when I wake up in the morning," Sheila said
as I rubbed the welt on my ass. I scrambled to get dressed as she
complained. "You're a fat, lazy slut. I can see I have a lot of work
to do, training you."

"I'm sorry, Sheila," I said as I bent over to pull my stockings on.
"I'll do a good job, I promise."

SWISH CRACK!! My ass exploded in pain again. I howled and danced
around. "What did you call me?" Sheila asked quietly.

"Owww, I'm s-sorry. I meant Mrs. Winters. I'll be better, Mrs.
Winters."

"See to it you do. Now go fix my coffee and make my husband some
breakfast."

I scrambled up the stairs, pulling my heels on as I ran. Sheila
followed me up the stairs and sat at the table as I hurried to
prepare breakfast. She was sipping her coffee and I was just putting
his breakfast on the table as Greg came in, immaculately attired in
an expensive suit.

He looked at me and chuckled. "Nice hair, Charlene."

I blushed as Sheila replied. "The lazy bitch overslept. Look at her.
No makeup, her hair isn't combed, she's a mess. Don't worry, I'll
punish her later. She'll be up on time tomorrow, I guarantee it."

"I'll leave that up to you, honey. Don't let her take advantage of
you," Greg said as he started to eat.

I stood quietly as Sheila and Greg ate, refilling cups and delivering
food. Greg had his head buried in the newspaper when Sheila called
his attention to me again.

"Honey, do you think Charlene is fat? She looks a little pudgy to
me." I felt tears well up in my eyes as my best friend attacked me.

Greg lifted his head and looked at me. "Not much. She just has really
big tits. I think the nipples are supposed to be covered, Charlene."
He grinned as I quickly tucked myself back in.

"You didn't see her flopped naked on the floor, sleeping," Sheila
argued. "I'm telling you, she's fat. Charlene, take off your dress
and show Mr. Winters how fat you are."

"Yes, ma'am." I cried softly as I pulled the dress over my head.

"Now step over here, lift your arms and turn around so he can see all
of you."

Greg looked me over from head to toe. "I still don't think she's very
fat. She's got a little bit of a belly and her boobs hang down, but
her legs are pretty good and she doesn't have a double chin or
anything. She's no spring chicken, you know."

Lisa walked into the room and took in the sight of me, naked in her
kitchen, as she slipped onto her chair. "What's going on?" she asked,
sleepily.

"Honey, do you think Charlene is overweight? Your father says she's
just old and saggy but I think she's fat. What do you think?"

Lisa didn't even bother looking at me again. "You're both right but
you missed the biggie. She's out of shape."

Sheila snapped her fingers. "You're right, darling. That's what it
is. Charlene, today we're going to start a diet and exercise program
for you. I won't have people thinking my maid is a slob."

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," I replied.

"Please give Lisa her breakfast now." When I reached for my dress,
Sheila's voice took on an ominous quality. "I said, 'NOW'." I quickly
dropped it and hurried to do as I was told.

I stayed naked while everyone ate breakfast and Greg left for work.
When I started to clear the dishes, Sheila told me to scrape the
plates into the dog's dish. I went out into the garage and emptied
the leftovers on top of Max's dog food. He must have heard the
silverware clinking because he came bounding through his doggie door
and immediately began wolfing his food.

When I returned to the kitchen, Sheila commented. "That was fast.
Weren't you hungry?"

I looked at her, puzzled. "I'm hungry, why?"

"It didn't take you long to eat."

"I don't understand," I replied, confused.

Sheila looked at me like I was a moron. "Those leftovers are for you.
From now on, you can only eat what is left over on our plates. It
will help you lose weight."

"But you told me to put it in Max's dish," I protested.

"Right. That's your dish too, starting today."

"I can't eat out of that dish. It's dirty, it had dog food already in
it and Max ate the food as soon as I put it in."

"If it's dirty, wash it. A little dog food won't hurt you and if you
get hungry enough, you'll learn to eat before Max gets it all. Next
time be a little faster." We both heard the doorbell ring. "Go answer
that. I need to get something from upstairs."

"I'm naked," I protested.

Sheila leaned in close. "Listen, bitch. I didn't start this mess, you
did. If you think things are bad now, believe when I say they can get
much worse. Answer the damn door."

I hurried to the front door, wearing only my heels and stockings.
Peeking out, I saw Dave. He grinned at me as I let him in.

"Nice outfit, Mrs. Hopkins." he patted my ass.

"Call her Charlene," Lisa called from the living room. "She's our new
maid."

Dave sat down on the couch. "Cool. Does she ever wear clothes?"

Lisa grinned. "Of course. She's just happier naked. Aren't you,
Charlene?"

"Yes, ma'am," I agreed, not wanting to anger her.

"Whoa! What happened to her pussy?" Dave exclaimed.

"Mom made her shave it. Bend over and show him your pussy," Lisa
ordered.

Obediently, I bent over and grabbed my ankles as Dave examined my
bare pussy.

"Damn, it looks a lot bigger like that. Her lips hang right out,
don't they? I felt him cup my cunt, then slip a finger inside. "Goes
right in. She's loose and wet."

"That's because she's a horny slut, right Charlene? Lisa asked.

I wanted to say that I was wet with embarrassment, not lust, but I
didn't want to disagree with Lisa. "Yes, ma'am. I'm a slut."

Dave grabbed both lips and pulled them out. He alternated stretching
them out and apart, then back together again. "Hi, I'm Charlene's
pussy," he mimicked. "I eat meat. Feed me. Feeeeeed meee."

Lisa laughed as he teased me. He continued until Sheila came
downstairs. Dave let go of my pussy lips when he heard her coming but
Sheila told him not to stop on her account.

"After seeing those pictures, I think we can safely say you two have
played before. Let's not be hypocrites."

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," Dave said, blushing a little.

"Look, Dave. I like you," Sheila said. "I don't want to see you
sleeping around, catching some kind of disease. Charlene wants to
help too. Feel free to come over any time you want. I know she'll be
glad to see you, won't you?" Sheila bent down to look at my face,
flushed from Dave's efforts on my pussy.

"Yes, ma'am." I said.

"I'm glad you're here, Dave," Sheila continued. "Charlene overslept
forty five minutes this morning and she needs to be paddled. I found
my old sorority paddle here but I think she should be paddled by a
man. One stroke for every five minutes is fair, so she needs nine
strokes. Will you spank her?"

"Sure, Mrs. Winters," Dave grinned.

"Charlene, get down on your hands and knees. I don't want you to
fall. That's it, put your face right on the carpet and stick that big
ass up in the air."

I turned my head to the side away from Dave. I could see Lisa and
Sheila sitting on the couch, watching eagerly. A smooth surface
gently touched my ass, then swung away. I tensed as I heard the wood
moving through the air, then my brain exploded in pain. Screaming, I
jumped up and started jumping around, frantically rubbing my stinging
buttocks. My boobs were dancing wildly as Sheila, Lisa and Dave all
watched with amusement.

I rubbed my ass for several minutes, sobbing loudly. Finally, the
pain receded to a dull throb.

"I shouldn't count that because you got up but it was too funny to
see." Sheila said. I'll tell you what. You can crawl around the room
to ease the sting but you cannot stand up. You may rub your ass but
only with one hand at a time. If you forget, the stroke doesn't
count. Now get ready for your next stroke. Don't forget to count,
either."

I got back on all fours and sniffled out a "One," as Dave lined up
another swat. Although I knew what to expect, the pain still nearly
drove me insane. I started to jump up but at the last minute I
remembered Sheila's instructions. I crawled around the room three-
legged, my boobs swinging beneath me as I rubbed my sore ass.
Finally, I crawled back to Dave and whispered "Two."

It seemed like it took forever to get to nine but I finally made it.
My ass was screaming in pain and I knew I wouldn't sit down for days.
Sheila came over to me as I knelt, sobbing quietly. She caressed my
head, almost tenderly, like the friend I thought she'd been before.

"That hurt, didn't it?" Crying, I nodded. "You don't want that to
happen again, do you?" I rapidly shook my head no. "You'll make sure
you're up on time tomorrow, won't you?" I nodded. "You'll already be
washed and dressed, won't you. Your hair and makeup will be perfect,
right?" I was vigorously nodding my head.

I flinched as Sheila ran a fingernail across my red ass, then softly
scraped it along my cunt. "You have a five o'clock shadow, Charlene.
I expect this pussy smooth as silk every time I see it. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," I sniffled. "I'll be good. I'll do whatever you
want me to. Please don't paddle me any more."

"I won't have to if you behave, Charlene," she replied. "Now, thank
Dave for disciplining you."

I turned my tear-streaked face toward Dave. "Thank you for paddling
me, Dave."

Sheila cleared her throat. "Is that the proper way to thank someone?"
she asked. "Dave worked hard to help you learn. I'd think you could
thank him a little more nicely than that."

I looked at her, incredulous. "Here? In front of you and Lisa?"

Sheila waved her hand with a dismissive gesture. "We've all seen
pictures of you doing far worse. If one of us gets uncomfortable, we
can leave. Now, thank Dave for paddling you."

Dave sat on the couch, between Sheila and Lisa, as I crawled to him.
I unzipped his pants. He lifted his hips and slid them past his
knees. His cock popped up against his belly. After a quick glance at
the two women beside him, I leaned in and kissed it gently. I was
rewarded with a twitch. It swung away, then back toward my face. I
opened my mouth and as the head of his cock entered it, I quickly
closed my lips and drove myself all the way to the base of his cock.

"Oh, shit. What a cocksucker," Dave moaned. "Suck it, baby. Suck it
deep."

Sheila leaned down to watch my head bob up and down on Dave's pole.
"Watch out she doesn't bite it, Dave. She's hungry."

Lisa giggled. "She's hungry, all right. Hungry for cock. Look at her
go!"

I wanted to tell them that I wasn't enjoying this one bit. I just
wanted it to be over with so I was eagerly sucking Dave's cock to end
it. I wanted to tell them that, but I didn't. I just kept on sucking.

Dave did his best to hold out and I did my best to make him cum. I
sucked as hard as I could, driving his cock deep into my throat and
letting my gag reflex caress the head. I'd alternate that with kisses
from his balls to his knob, then slide my mouth back over it again.
He was holding out pretty well until Lisa and Sheila both reached in
at the same time and cupped his nuts. I think he was so surprised he
lost his hold and creamy jets of cum immediately started pumping into
my mouth. I was so hungry, I eagerly swallowed it all. The two women
massaged his testicles until he stopped pumping.

Dave sagged back into the cushions, smiling contentedly. I licked the
cum off my lips as I sat back, then immediately shot forward again
when my sore butt touched my legs. My face pushed back into Dave's
crotch but Lisa pushed me away.

"God, can't you see he's tired. Give him a break," she warned me.
"You are such a slut."

"She wants more, does she?" Sheila asked. "Okay, Charlene. You did a
good job on Dave. You can cum if you want. Go ahead and masturbate."

"No thank you, Mrs. Winters," I replied. "I'm fine."

"Are you talking back to me?" Sheila asked. "I just gave you
permission to masturbate. Do you need to be punished for disobeying?
Or is it the company? If you think you're too good to do it in front
of us, maybe you'd rather do it in the back yard."

"No, ma'am. I want to masturbate for you, right here," I begged.
"Please don't spank me any more."

"Then turn around and get busy." I quickly spun around and stuck my
ass out at them as I slid two fingers into my cunt. The humiliation
of the last hour had soaked it. Still, it was difficult to feel
excited as I played with myself a few feet from three other people.

As I strummed my clit, I felt something rubbing against my cunt.
Looking back between my legs, I realized Dave was pressing the handle
of the paddle against my pussy. I was so wet it easily parted my lips
and slid in until the wide part pressed against my asshole. He
stroked it in and out as I continued to masturbate. The handle was
five or six inches long and wider on one side than the other. When
Dave tired of stroking it in and out, he pushed it in and slowly
began to rotate it.

The sensations as my cunt widened, then collapsed, drove me over the
edge. I came hard, moaning and pushing my pussy against my hand and
my wooden lover.

Sheila made me turn around and lick the paddle clean of my juices.
She gave me thirty minutes to shower and dress. I raced to clean up,
tenderly washing my still burning ass. I nearly forgot to shave my
pussy, but was back in my uniform, with fresh stockings, all made up
and standing in the kitchen with a minute to spare.

"Not bad, Charlene," Sheila said. "Let's see your pussy." Her hand
slid under my skirt and rubbed my outer lips, then dipped in for a
second. I immediately felt myself juicing up. So much for cleaning
up.

"Good job, nice and smooth," she commented as she brought her fingers
to my lips. I licked my juices off them. "I need to go to work now. I
want you to clean the house from top to bottom. Do a good job and
don't be lazy. You may not eat while I'm gone, unless there is
something left in your dish. Also, you may not cum. If I find out
you've been frittering away your time playing with yourself, I'll
have you paddled again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," I agreed. "I won't play with myself. I'll be
good."

"You better," Sheila warned. "Also, I want supper fixed and in the
oven when I get home. Here's some money. Get some wine and have it
chilling. I'll be home around four. We'll get your exercise program
started then."

I was surprised Sheila was leaving me alone until I realized I wasn't
a prisoner. I could walk out any time I wanted- any time I wanted to
face public censure and prison. With a sigh, I began picking up the
kitchen.

Part 6

I spent the rest of the morning picking up the downstairs, then damp
mopping the kitchen floor and vacuuming the carpets in the other
rooms. Although I'd always worn heels to work, I'd never cleaned in
them before, and rarely spent that much time standing with them on. I
was only allowed to sit in the kitchen or in my room and my ass was
way too sore for those hard kitchen chairs, so I stayed on my feet
despite the cramping.

By lunchtime I was starving. As much as I wanted something to eat, I
didn't want to give Sheila any excuse to punish me. Desperate, I went
out to the garage and checked Max's dish. He'd left half a dozen
granules of dog food. I was so hungry I picked them out of the grime
and ate them. They were dry and tasteless but they took the edge off.
As I squatted by the dish, crunching my food, Lisa came out into the
garage. She looked at me in disgust.

"What are you eating?"

"Dog food, ma'am."

"Did Mom say you could eat that?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. "She said I could eat whatever I found in
Max's dish."

"You better not be lying to me," Lisa warned.

"I'm not," I promised.

"I'll check when I get home. I have to go to work now." Lisa worked
afternoons and evenings at a local amusement park. She turned to go.

"Wait," I called. "Please," I added quickly when she glared at me.
"I'm still hungry," I pleaded.

"So. That's not my problem," Lisa retorted. "Mom said you could only
have what was in Max's dish, right?" Then it dawned on her. "You want
more dog food?"

"Yes, please," I said, embarrassed.

Lisa sighed. "All right, I suppose I can feed you. Sit up and beg."

I squatted on my heels and stuck my hands up in the air, mimicking a
begging dog while she got a small cup of dog food. She kept me like
that for several minutes as she circled me, even sliding her sneaker
under me to rub my dangling pussy lips. I was humiliated but too
hungry to do anything about it. I could feel her shoe scraping across
my pussy as she rubbed me. My face turned red and I was soon panting
as I became aroused.

"Your turn. Play with yourself," she ordered. I quickly slipped a
hand under my skirt and behgan pumping a finger in and out of my
slick cunt while I stroked my clit. Lisa watched me masturbate,
waiting until my chest heaved with an impending orgasm before
ordering me to stop and lick my fingers clean. I groaned in
frustration as I pulled them from my steaming crotch.

When she finally dumped the food into the dish, she wouldn't allow me
to use my hands. I was forced to put my face in Max's dirty bowl and
chase the chunks around with my tongue. Max came in and looked
curiously at me as I hungrily ate his food. I was still eating when
Lisa left, shaking her head in disgust.

After lunch, I hurried upstairs and made the beds. As I was
finishing, I heard the phone ring. I hurried to answer.

"Hello?"

I heard Sheila's voice. "You should have said, 'Winters residence,
Charlene speaking,' stupid."

"Yes, Mrs. Winters. Sorry, ma'am," I apologized.

"I just called to see how you are doing. Any problems?"

"No, ma'am."

"Did you get the wine yet?"

"Not yet," I replied. "I was just getting ready to go."

"Hurry up. I'll be home in a few hours and you'd better have dinner
ready." She hung up.

I found the money to pay for the wine and was on my way out the door
when I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing any bra or panties. The
dress was too low cut to wear a bra underneath but I didn't want to
go out without panties on. The slightest breeze would leave me bare
for the world to see. I knew I wasn't supposed to be wearing panties,
but I'd just talked to Sheila and I knew she was at work so I decided
to take a chance. I hurried upstairs and pulled on a pair of panties
from Sheila's drawer.

I left the house and walked down the sidewalk, my breasts jiggling as
I clicked along in my heels. I was so embarrassed to be seen wearing
such a skimpy outfit, I walked as rapidly as I could. Unfortunately,
that made my breasts bounce even more vigorously. I had to constantly
adjust my plunging neckline, tucking my nipples back in or pulling my
top back up as it threatened to slide off my boobs completely. I
tried crossing my arms under my bust but that just made things worse.
I must have squeezed them too tight because my boobs popped right out
of the top like a bar of soap in a bathtub. I quickly pulled my top
back over them but not before a passing car honked.

Luckily, it was only a few blocks to the liquor store. I was sweating
from the heat and my rapid pace so the air conditioning felt good. I
felt my nipples pucker as the sweat on my tits dried.

Nobody was in the store except the clerk, who stared at me as I
hurried to the wine section. I heard the front bell tinkle as I
selected a nice red. When I got to the counter, another man was
there, asking for a special order. He looked at me curiously as I
waited, avoiding eye contact.

"Don't I know you?" he finally asked.

I turned away. "I don't think so."

"I'm pretty sure I do," he argued. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.
"I do know you. Aren't you Mark Hopkins' wife?"

My face turned beet red as I slowly nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I Rick Mott. I'm a buyer for Boylan
Industries. Your husband is one of my suppliers." He grinned. "Mark
has some wife. Is that what you wear to work? I thought you worked at
a stockbroker's or something."

"I used to work for an insurance agency but I quit," I replied,
wanting to escape. Mott was a crude pig. He didn't even pretend to
look at my face as he spoke but instead stared at my exposed chest
and legs.

"So what do you do now?" he asked, leering at me. "Stay home and keep
ol' Mark satisfied?"

I didn't want to tell him what I did but he made staying home sound
dirty so I shook my head. "I-I'm a maid," I said.

"A maid?" he asked, incredulous. "You left an insurance company to
become a maid?" He shook his head. "Whatever floats your boat, I
guess. I'll tell your husband I ran into you," he said as he took his
package. "Maybe I'll 'run into' you again, sweetie," he said as he
turned to leave.

Compared to Mott, the clerk was a gentleman but he still ogled my
chest as he rang up my purchase. I hurried out of the store and back
to Sheila's house, anxious to regain some privacy.

I chilled the wine, put dinner in the oven and was just setting the
table when I heard Sheila's car in the driveway. I even remembered to
take off Sheila's panties and throw them in the hamper.

Sheila entered the house and dropped her briefcase on the floor. She
sat down on the couch and slipped her shoes off as I entered the
room.

"You used the front door, didn't you Charlene?" she asked.

I was startled. How did she know? "Yes, Shei... , I mean Mrs.
Winters. I'm sorry, I just forgot. Please don't paddle me," I begged.

Sheila snorted. "It's not that serious. Still, you need to learn.
Tonight you can sleep in the garage instead of the basement. Do it
again and you'll sleep out on the front steps. Take care of my shoes,
please."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," I replied gratefully. I bent over to
pick up Sheila's shoes and heard her gasp.

"Turn around and bend over," she ordered. I quickly complied, baring
my ass and pussy for her inspection. What was the matter? Did I need
to shave my pussy again already? Sheila stood, walked around me, then
softly rubbed my ass.

"Tell me, Charlene. Why do I see panty marks in your skin if you've
been wearing your uniform all day? I don't remember giving you
permission to wear any underwear."

Oh, shit! I hadn't taken them off soon enough! I started to stand up
but Sheila put her hand on the back of my neck and pushed me back.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Winters. I was afraid someone would see my pussy
when I went to the liquor store. Please don't paddle me. I'll never
do it again," I promised as I burst into tears. Sobbing, I threw
myself on the floor and hugged her feet. I'd never survive another
paddling so soon.

"You should have thought of that before you made such a big mistake,"
Sheila said. "I can't believe you would violate my orders like this.
I can't trust you at all."

"I'm so sorry," I cried. "I was embarrassed. I didn't want anybody to
see my pussy."

"You stupid slut, half the town has already seen it," Sheila
retorted. "The rest don't want to. "When I give you an order, I
expect you to obey it. Go get me the panties you wore."

I quickly scurried to retrieve the panties from the hamper. Sheila
pulled a marker from the drawer. Stretching them across the coffee
table, she wrote, "GOOD FOR ONE DATE WITH CHARLENE HOPKINS" across
the seat, then told me to put them on.

"You still need to be paddled for your disobedience, Charlene," she
told me. However, I'll cut your punishment in half if you follow two
simple instructions.

"Thank you, Mrs. Winters," I said, grateful for any relief. "I'll do
whatever you say."

"Good. It's time for you to exercise. I want you to jog out to the
water plant and back. Somewhere along the way I will beep you on my
pager. Wherever you are, I expect you to take off the panties and
leave them. I don't expect you to hide them; I may use the cell phone
to call, so I can see you. Second, when you come in the front door I
want to smell cum on your breath. I don't care whose; you decide. You
need some protein before you eat your dinner."

I was so grateful for the chance to lessen my punishment that I
didn't care about anything else. "Thank you, Mrs. Winters," I sobbed
as I knelt at her feet.

Sheila brought me a pair of jogging shorts and a sports bra. "You're
just too big on top to jog braless," she said. "You'll hurt
yourself." I was surprised at her compassion until I realized I
wasn't wearing any other top except the white bra.

Dressed in the panties, shorts, bra and sneakers, I stretched a
little in the front yard and jogged slowly down the street. As out of
shape as I was, I was soon puffing badly but I maintained a steady
pace to the edge of town. After the first mile I was soaked in sweat
and my nipples were clearly visible through the cotton bra.
Fortunately the bra was very tight and I wasn't bouncing too badly.

Despite my breathing difficulties, the jog to the plant wasn't bad. I
went slowly but only had to walk one short leg. I was almost there
when the pager at my belt went off.

I reached for my panties, then realized I had to take my shorts off
to remove them. Panicked, I looked around more some shelter but only
found some weeds just off the road. I hurried into them, quickly
pulled my shorts and panties off, them put my shorts back on. As I
started jogging again, I dropped the panties on the ground. With
luck, they'd never be found.

An older man was sitting in the guardhouse as I reached the gate. I
slowed to catch my breath again and saw him staring at my heaving
chest. Remembering my second task, I smiled at him.

"Hi," I said.

"Nice night for a run," he said as he studied my nipples.

"I'm just trying to get back in shape," I panted. "It's tough."

"Don't worry, you'll do it. What's your name?"

"Charlene." I knew Sheila wasn't going to allow me much time. "Um,
can I come in and sit down for a minute?"

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

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

He slid his hand under my shorts and cupped my bare cunt. "Hey, no
panties. You're one hot cunt," he grinned as he easily slipped two
fingers into my pussy.

I flinched under his insult but forced a grin to my face. "Thanks," I
said as I sank to my knees and reached for his zipper.

His cock was disappointingly small. I slipped it into my mouth and
started working it with my tongue, trying to coax a load as quickly
as possible. When I sank my lips to the root, I smelled his rank
crotch odor and struggled not to gag.

As I blew him, I couldn't help wondering why I was disappointed in
his cock size. What difference did it make? I was only doing it
because I was ordered to, wasn't I? The goal was a load of cum in my
stomach and a mild case of bad breath, not sexual satisfaction. So
why did I wish he was better hung?

He might not have had a big cock, but he sure had a big load and it
didn't take him long to shoot it. He gripped my head and jammed my
face down into his sweaty trousers as he arched up from his seat.
Pressing himself deep into my mouth, he pumped long hot jets of sperm
into my throat. It actually tasted pretty good, probably because I
hadn't eaten much all day, and I eagerly swallowed every drop.

As soon as he finished cumming, he sank back into his chair and
reached for my boobs. "Nice blowjob, honey," he said. "Let's see the
rest of the package."

"I can't, I have to get home," I pulled away. "I need to go."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked. "We're just getting
started!"

"Sorry," I said as I slipped out the door and started running.

"Come back tomorrow," he called as I ran down the road.

The run home was pretty uneventful, although the seam of my shorts
irritated my pussy and made it dampen from the stimulation. I was
exhausted when I finally staggered into the yard.

All the doors were locked and I found Sheila sunning herself in the
back yard. "Did you follow my instructions?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered. Fortunately, the yard was
surrounded by a tall hedge. I stripped, then bent over so she could
smell my breath. "Good girl, Charlene," she said as she cupped one of
my dangling breasts. "You're a sweaty little cocksucker."

She stood and went to the hose. "Lift your arms." When I complied,
she turned the ice cold spray on me. I yipped and jumped around but
held still when she reprimanded me. She rinsed me from head to toe,
paying special attention to my pussy and ass. By the time she was
done, I was shivering.

"You can go naked the rest of the night. Check on supper, wash out
your uniform for tomorrow and draw a bath for me." As I turned to go,
she reminded me. "Get the paddle back out, too. We will need it later
tonight."

Part 7

Steam rose from the oversized tub as it slowly filled. I poured a
generous splash of bath oil under the faucet as Sheila entered the
bathroom and peeled off her clothes.

In the fifteen years I'd known her I'd never seen Sheila naked. I
knew she exercised but I didn't realize what fantastic shape she was
in. Her stomach was taut and smooth, her buttocks were round and her
medium sized breasts were high and firm. Kneeling naked beside her, I
felt like a cow.

She stepped into the tub, then eased into the water. Moaning
contentedly, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

"Oh, Charlene, this is nice," she murmured. "How would you like to
wash me up?"

I knew the answer Sheila was looking for and I was eager to please
her, hoping to cut down on my punishment. I nodded eagerly, "Yes,
Mrs. Winters. I'd love to."

"Good girl," she smiled as I took the soap and began lathering her
legs. She giggled as I began rubbing the bar along her calf.

I rubbed and scrubbed Sheila's body from head to toe. As I soaped her
breasts, I felt her nipples harden under my fingers. She moaned as I
began washing her crotch. When I finished and pulled my hands away,
she directed me back.

Knowing what she expected, I began massaging her outer lips and
stoking through her furrow. When she sat on the rim of the tub and
pulled me forward, I eagerly sank my face into her pussy. I licked
and chewed and stroked my finger in and out until Sheila shuddered in
orgasm.

When she could stand, she wrapped a towel around herself and looked
at me.

"You're a pretty good pussy licker. Do you like it?"

Eager to please, I nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Winters."

"Better than sucking cock?"

I shook my head. "No, ma'am. I prefer men."

Sheila grinned. "Well, I think you like both. Obviously, a slut like
you needs everything she can get."

By the time Sheila was dressed, Greg was home. I served them dinner,
naked except for my heels, and tried to ignore the growling in my
stomach. I hadn't eaten much in over a day and I was starved.

When they finished, Sheila ordered me to put the leftovers in Max's
dish. "Put the leftovers on the bottom and fill it up with dog food.
That way, he eats the dry stuff to get to the table scraps." She
patted me on the head. "Oh, and if you're hungry... "

Greg and Sheila both stood in the door and watched as I knelt in the
garage, side by side with their dog, eating my supper. To my
surprise, Max didn't bite me. We just took turns pushing our faces
into the bowl and wolfing down bits of food.

"Charlene, you look perfect down there," Sheila laughed. "I love the
way your boobs drag on the cement. Honey, get the camera. This is too
good to waste."

I blushed but kept eating as Greg took several pictures of me.
Finally, the food was gone. I was still hungry but there wasn't much
I could do about it.

"Ok, Charlene. It's time for your punishment," Sheila told me. "Go
get the paddle and bring it to the living room."

Remembering how much it hurt to be paddled that morning, I started
sniffling as I hurried to comply. When I returned to the living room,
Sheila and Greg were waiting.

Sheila spoke. "Charlene, do you like being spanked?"

I shook my head vigorously. "No, ma'am."

"Then why do you disobey me? I told you what you could wear, yet you
got into my things without permission."

I started sobbing. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Winters. I'm really sorry, I'll
never do it again. I promise, I'll only do wear I'm supposed to.
Nothing else. Please don't paddle me!"

She sighed. "I wish I didn't have to, Charlene. Unfortunately, I
don't have any choice. Now, how many swats do you think you deserve?"

"I don't know," I whimpered. "Probably a lot."

"You're right," Sheila nodded. "I'm glad you were truthful. I was
thinking fifty." When I gasped, she held up her hand. "Remember, I
promised I'd cut it in half after you went jogging. How would you
like it lowered all the way to five?"

I nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Winters. What can I do to lower it?"

"Three things. First, no more panties for the balance of your two
year contract. That means not only while your here but weekends as
well. If I have someone check and they find panties on your bottom,
you'll receive fifty swats per day for a week straight."

"I won't," I promised. "I won't ever wear panties."

"That includes pantyhose. Stockings only," she added. "Second, I want
you to wear nothing but dresses. Again, that includes weekends. When
you're here, you'll wear the uniforms I pick out for you. When you're
home, I want nothing below the knee."

"Yes, ma'am. I can do that."

"You'd better. And high heels only. I will say, you do have nice
legs," Sheila commented. "They look better in heels than they do in
flats. Finally, I want you to return to that liquor store tomorrow.
Find the man who waited on you today. Make sure he sees that slutty
pussy of yours and make sure he asks you out for a date. When he
does, make sure he's satisfied. Understand me?"

I was so grateful to escape twenty five swats, I'd have agreed to
anything Sheila asked. "Oh, yes, ma'am!," I exclaimed as I hugged her
ankles. She pushed me away and told me to get ready for my five
strokes.

Happy to have escaped, I eagerly grasped my ankles and counted loudly
as Greg paddled me. The blows stung but I was determined to hold
still. When it was over, I turned and thanked him.

"Charlene, you know how to thank someone for disciplining you,"
Sheila scolded me. "Do it right."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. I opened Greg's fly and fished out
respectable sized cock. Eager to please my mistress, I
enthusiastically began licking and sucking her husband's cock.

"Oh, shit," Greg moaned. "This lady can suck cock!"

"You'd think we never fed her, the way she tries to swallow it,"
Sheila giggled. "Look at her go."

My head was bobbing up and down as I eagerly sucked Greg's cock deep
into my mouth, teasing it with my throat. He lasted less than a
minute before pumping a salty load into my stomach.

I was finding out two things. First, I didn't mind the taste of cum
when I was hungry. Second, if I gave my all to a blowjob, they were
over faster. I didn't care that Sheila thought I was eager because I
liked sucking cock. I knew the truth.

After I washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, I was ordered
to do an aerobic workout tape, naked, while Sheila and Greg watched
and supervised. They laughed at my bouncing breasts as I jumped to
the music, but I didn't care. I was learning to ignore them.

As Sheila ordered, I made my way out to the garage and curled up on
Max's bed. He was nowhere to be seen. Sheila came out to see me
before turning out the lights.

"You didn't do very well for your very first day," she told me. "I'm
a little disappointed. Tomorrow, we'll get you some more clothes. You
can't keep wearing the same thing every day. I hope you remember the
lessons you learned today."

I fell asleep naked, shivering from the cold. Max must have come in
sometime during the night because when I awoke I found myself curled
up against him for warmth, my face buried in his fur.

By seven the next morning I was showered, powdered and coiffed, ready
for the day. I had my uniform back on, coffee ready and breakfast on
the stove when Sheila and Greg came downstairs. Greg quickly ate and
hurried out the door.

"I'm going to be busy today," Sheila told me as she watched me eating
my 'breakfast' with Max. "I know I promised I'd take you shopping,
though, so I'll meet you at the mall at 12:30. Don't be late."

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," I replied. "It's two miles to the mall, though.
How should I get there?"

"You'll have to walk, Charlene," she told me. "I'm too busy to come
get you."

Sheila left, after praising me for looking so nice and doing a good
job with breakfast. Pleased, I quickly took care of the dishes and
picked up the house. I was just finishing up when the doorbell rang.
I opened it to find Dave standing with Jack.

"Hi, Mrs. H." Jack said. "We were in the neighborhood and thought
we'd say hi." As I turned to enter the house he slid his hand up
under my dress. "Hey, no panties. Just the way I like to see you."

I jumped away. "Are you guys here to see Lisa? Can I get something
for you?"

Dave groaned. "Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. We're here for some pussy."
When I hesitated, he added, "Remember what Mrs. Winters said? You
need to do your part to keep us disease free. Well, Jack and I were
tempted by two sluts this morning and we need your help."

With a grin, both boys dropped their pants to reveal strong
erections. Lisa came downstairs as I pulled off my dress and began
sucking them.

"Don't you guys ever get enough?" she asked. "You have a thing for
old ladies?"

"No, we have a thing for sluts," Jack said as he rolled me onto my
back. "and this lady is the queen of sluts."

I groaned as I felt his big cock slide into me. Dave's cock was in my
mouth as Jack began thrusting hard into my now wet pussy. Lisa turned
in disgust as I disappeared under the two boys.

They each fucked me and I sucked them both to climaxes. As hungry as
I was, I eagerly swallowed their cum. I lay on the floor in a pool of
sweat as they finally left.

I shrieked when I realized it was almost time to go. I quickly
showered, did my makeup and hair and hurried out the door.

Part 8

I don't know if you've ever walked two miles in a pair of heels
before, but let me tell you it isn't much fun. By the time I got to
the mall, my feet were sore and my legs ached. I knew I was wiggling
my ass quite a bit as I walked but it was the best way to cover
distance quickly.

Sheila was waiting for me, tapping her foot impatiently. "I've been
standing here for ten minutes, Charlene. Where have you been?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Winters," I apologized. "I hurried, I just ran a
little late."

"What were you doing, sleeping? You knew how far it was, you should
have planned better."

When I told her I'd been delayed because the boys came over, she
laughed but it seemed to make her a little happier. "You don't seem
to go very long without finding a cock for that pussy of yours.
You're turning into a little slut, aren't you? I got here early so I
ate already, but you can find a snack before you leave if you're
hungry."

"Thank you, ma'am. I'd like that," I replied. The prospect of some
real food buoyed my spirits.

We spent the next hour in various stores, trying on outfits and
purchasing the ones Sheila approved of. The theme was pretty
consistent- short dresses, low-cut tops, sexy bras to hold up my
boobs and no panties whatsoever. In fact, the only bottom she allowed
me was the thong part of a very skimpy bikini, meant for a much
smaller woman. "For mowing the lawn," Sheila giggled.

Sheila also bought me several pairs of heels, and lots of stockings
to go with them. As much as I tried to keep my legs together, I'm
sure the salesmen got several peeks up my dress as they fussed at my
feet.

Our final stop was a small intimates shop, where Sheila had me try on
several corsets. When I came out wearing a long black one which
whittled my waist by almost four inches, she sighed, "Oh my God,
Charlene. It's gorgeous."

I turned and looked in the mirror. She was right, it was stunning.
The garment made me look slender and sexy, thin waisted and big
busted. The cups lifted my boobs high on my chest and squeezed them
together, covering them just past my nipples. I never would have worn
anything like this on my own but I felt my pussy get wet as I
realized how erotic it was.

"Wow. I'm getting you several of those. That's your new uniform top,"
she said. "You can wear it with a nice skirt and it will be perfect."

As we left the store and headed toward the exit I felt my stomach
rumble. "Don't forget, Mrs. Winters. You said I could have a snack
before I went home."

She laughed. "Ok, you can have a snack if you want. Go ahead and find
someone."

I looked at her, puzzled. "Find someone?"

"Of course. Isn't your favorite snack a nick big cock? I've seen how
you gobble them up."

I blushed. "Yes, ma'am. I can wait, though. I'm not that hungry."

Sheila gave me a hard stare. "You asked for a snack and I gave you
permission. Now go find a cock to suck. And hurry. If I have to wait
around, you'll get paddled tonight."

I quickly scurried away. With no time to waste, I tried the direct
approach. I slipped onto a bench beside a man. As his eyes widened at
the sight of my cleavage, I leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Within thirty seconds we were on our way to his car and he barely
closed the door before I had his cock out and was licking it to
erection. He had a nice sized cock, thick and hard, and I have to
admit it felt pretty good sucking on it.

I savored the taste as I slid my mouth up and down his staff, his
pre-cum adding flavor as it oozed from the head. When I felt him arch
up in orgasm, I cupped his balls and hungrily sucked every drop of
cum from his body, licking my lips clean as he sagged back into the
cushions.

He begged me to stay but I slipped out, then spotted Sheila parked a
few rows over.

"You're really getting good, Charlene," she laughed. "You didn't even
muss up your hair. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

When we stopped outside the liquor store I was puzzled for a moment,
then remembered I had to go in and proposition the clerk. My face
must have shown my resignation because Sheila warned me, "Don't start
getting an attitude on me. You do what I tell you and you do it
promptly. One more day and you've made it to the weekend."

I nodded as I slipped from the car. "Yes, ma'am."

Steeling myself, I entered the store. Good, the same clerk was
working. As soon as I bent over to look on the bottom shelf, I had
his attention. He came over to ask if I needed any help, standing
well behind me so he could stare at my pussy. Pretending I didn't
know what he was looking at, I kept looking along the shelf and
talking over my shoulder until I felt his hand on my rear.

Twenty minutes later I was walking down the street again, a load of
cum in my pussy and a curious tingling in my crotch from a
disappointing fuck. What was happening to me? Why was I craving an
orgasm from that pig? Still, I felt unsatisfied and masturbated
myself to a weak climax when I got home.

When Sheila got home, I had to recount my day's experiences as I
bathed her and licked her to orgasm. When I told her about fucking
the clerk, she pulled my head up and slapped my face hard.

"Didn't I tell you to make a date with him? A date means later. I
don't care what you did this afternoon, I wanted you to arrange
something for another time. You're so stupid, I can't believe I was
ever friends with you."

I started crying. "I'm sorry. I'm doing the best I can."

"I'm getting sick of your excuses. You can sleep in the garage from
now on. You don't deserve the basement. Tomorrow you can mow the lawn
in your new bikini. Saturday you'll be home and I want you to mow
your own yard, wearing the same bikini. If you want to act like a
slut then I'll treat you like one."

I made supper, exercised, then ate Sheila to another orgasm while
Greg fucked me from behind. Sheila let me go out to the garage after
that and I was so tired I went right to sleep.

I awoke when someone flipped on the overhead lights. Squinting
against the sudden brightness, I looked up and saw Lisa standing in
the doorway, with three other girls standing behind her.

"Awww, what a cozy picture," she gushed. "Got a new boyfriend,
Charlene?"

I realized I was curled up against Max for warmth again. Sleeping
naked, it became automatic once I was asleep. I pushed him away and
sat up. The girls all broke into laughter and I realized what was
happening.

"You're drunk," I said. "and it's the middle of the night."

"That's right," Lisa confirmed. "We're celebrating."

"Celebrating what?"

"Celebrating I got fired from my stupid job, that's what. We were all
out and I was telling my friends about our new maid. They didn't
believe me, so here we are!"

I nodded. More people knew about me. Great.

"I was telling them how much you like to eat pussy," she said. "They
wanted to see it for themselves. You don't mind, do you?"

I sighed. "No, ma'am."

All four girls pulled off their pants and I went to work. The first
girl sat on a box and I pushed my head into her crotch, inhaling her
musky fragrance before I teased her lips with my tongue and pushed it
into her pussy. After several minutes of licking, she complained to
Lisa.

"She's not that good at it. I can do a better job with my Water-pik."

"Hang on a second," I heard Lisa reply. Seconds later my ass exploded
in fire. I screamed into the girl's pussy and starting licking and
chewing frantically.

"Ohhh, that's better," the girl said. "Keep paddling her."

They spanked me as I ate each girl to an orgasm, then made me get on
all fours and masturbate myself to orgasm while they paddled me some
more. By the time we finished my ass was burning and I had to sleep
on my stomach for the rest of the night.

Friday passed quickly. Dave came over for breakfast (his and mine),
Lisa moped around the house with a hangover and I quickly finished my
chores, excited about going home.

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

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

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

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

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

"Just a minute. Where are you going?"

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

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

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

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

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